#Chosokabe Nanahime

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I was messing with the incorrect quotes generator. These three are good.. Must draw more of them

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Nana singin’ on a boat! Not much explanation needed.

I did all the wood grain by hand because the systems were down at work one day and I had an hour and a half to kill. I hid my signature in there too.

I may do this in color one day, but for now, I think it’s done. :)

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More Sengoku Basara OC Writings!

Dinner Time (Nanahime and Yoko)

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The pirate queen, scourge of the seas! Feared by all! She challenged the gods and won! She crushed her enemies! She commanded a crew of the finest, the strongest, the bravest!

She stood at the helm of her mighty ship—terror of the seas! Now that none in Japan stood against her, there was no choice but to continue to new lands! Adventure awaits!

With a crouch, she prepared to leap from the helm into the seas—

“Yoko, get down from there! Preferably not by jumping!”

Yoko snapped back to reality, the little girl crouching down to see her mother’s slightly-agitated gaze.

“Y’know, we specifically told you you’re not allowed to jump from the roof after what happened last time.” Nana held up her arms as she drew closer. “C’mon, I’ll catch you. Just climb; it’s time for dinner.”

“Comin’!” Yoko turned around, beginning to climb down and letting go; Nana caught the six-year-old under the arms with a grunt.

“Geez, you’re gettin’ heavy....” she laughed a bit, setting her down and taking her hand. “Okay, let’s go before the food gets cold.”

“‘Kay!” Yoko fell into step beside her mother, humming a bit as they headed into their home. “Think daddy’ll be back tonight?”

“Mm...probably not. You know your dad; he could be another few days, another few weeks, or show up within an hour.”

“I wonder if he’ll bring me a neat shell again this time,” Yoko thought out loud, “I don’t mind if he doesn’t, though.”

“Just want ‘im home in one piece?”

“Mm-hmm. Then we can wrestle again.”

“Am I not a good enough wrestling partner anymore?”

“That’s not true!” Yoko immediately replied, flustered, “You’re still fun! I like to wrestle you!”

“I’m just teasin’, squirt.” She messed up her daughter’s hair a bit. The pair said hi to passing crew members and guards as they went, before finally, Nana used her free hand to slide open the door to where they would be dining: a large, square room with a single round table in the middle and three somewhat-flat cushions (though one of the regular occupants was currently away). Waiting at two of the seats were a hearty bowl of steamed white rice, and somewhat-neatly assorted fillets of fresh ocean fish—Nana had even cut off the tail fin of the fish and stuck it near the far right of Yoko’s rice, having given it a bit of a whale shape (never mind that whales weren’t fish).

“Dinner!” Yoko cheered, immediately sprinting to her spot and jumping onto the little cushion meant just for her; the cushion slid a bit, but snagged on the wood floor before it could send the girl careening across the room. Yoko immediately snatched up her chopsticks and went to pick up the tail fin and pop it in her mouth—

“Ah, don’t eat that part. That’s for decoration.”

“Oh. Okay!” Yoko set it aside, instead swiping up the rice bowl and digging in voraciously.

“Please don’t choke.” Nana sat down with a laugh and a sigh, beginning to eat her own portion of the meal. After a while of eating in silence, Yoko swallowed a mouthful of rice, taking a deep breath.

”Mommy, what kinda stuff do you do as daddy’s first mate?”

“Hm?” Nana had a fillet halfway in her mouth. Chewing and swallowing, she cleared her throat. “Well, lots of things.”

“Like what?”

“Let’s see...” she put her chopsticks to her lips as she thought for a moment. “I’m head of the household, officially, so I handle anything goin’ on around the house. I also handle inventory for your daddy’s ship; make sure the crew has enough food and supplies. Lotsa physical work, too, like helping with building and maintainin’ the fleet. Then there’s handlin’ relations with the clans your dad allied with—“

“Those are the days you gotta dress up nice, right?”

“Ugh, yeah. Anyway, there’s all that, and basically keepin’ your dad from doing anything stupid. ‘Bout a fifty percent success rate, there.”

“And you gotta make me little brothers so Daddy has heirs, right?”

Nana paused as she looked at her, then squinted. “You were supposed to be asleep when we were having that conversation.”

“I know how babies are made, mommy. You told me.” Yoko stuck her nose up, “Don’t be surprised.”

“Listen here, you...” Nana started, then snickered. “You’re gettin’ too old, too fast.”

Yoko let out a giggle, then went back to eating, while Nana watched for a moment.

Those big green eyes, full of curiosity. So familiar to her.

Sometimes, when Yoko looked up at her mother with those big green eyes, Nana could see Fukurou there, for one, fleeting moment.

How would you feel, seeing your daughter now, Fukurou? she thought.

“Mommy?” Yoko spoke up again. “You’re not eatin’.”

“Oh, you’re right. Whoops.” Nana popped another fillet in her mouth.

“It sucks Daddy’s not here to eat this with us.”

“He had plenty of food packed; I’m sure he’s fine.”

“But it’s not like when you make it fresh! Daddy’s missing out!”

“Look at you, worrying over your dad. He’d be so flattered. Complete turnaround from when you first met him.”

“Really? I can’t remember a time I didn’t like Daddy.”

“Ohhhh, there was a time when you didn’t like him at all. You were really young, though; I’m not surprised you don’t remember.”

“How old was I?” Yoko leaned in a bit, now at full attention.

“Mm....” she swallowed some rice. “...three? It wasn’t long after Mommy and all her friends decided to become pirates. I think I was working on something that required two hands, but you were being clingy and wanted me to hold you, so I was managing with one hand. The cap’n—your dad, as you now know him—came by, saw what I was doing and asked if I wanted him to hold you while I was finishing up. I told him it wasn’t a good idea because you got fussy with people you didn’t know, but he insisted it’d be fine. So, I decided, fine, I’d let him hold you for a few minutes. Well, no sooner do I pass you to him and he says hello, that you scream, ‘NO!’ and—“ she started to cackle, “You smacked him in the face as hard as your little hand could. Which, luckily, wasn’t very hard.”

“I hit him!?” Yoko sounded distraught. “I’d never hit daddy if we weren’t playing!”

“Well, he started laughing after that and just held onto you despite the fact you started squirming and flailing—I think he kinda saw you as a challenge. Did seem kinda disappointed at your reaction, though.”

“When did I start liking him?”

“I’d say about a month or so later. I was talking to him about something, and you just walked over, looked up at him and said, clear as day, ‘Aniki, up!’ and held up your arms. I swear, he must have been waiting to hear that, because he scooped you up immediately. Plus, scored him some points in my book, with how much he took to you after that.”

“Is that when you fell in love with him?”

“Mm....nah. I can’t really pinpoint a time that happened. That’s the thing about falling in love, kiddo; sometimes, it’s just kinda...there.”

Sometimes more than once. And with multiple people. But she doesn’t need the details.

After dinner was eaten, Yoko scurried off while Nana went to wash the dishes. As she entered the empty kitchen, she went over the dinner conversation in her head, and again, her mind went back to Fukurou.

“Hey, if it’s a girl, let’s name her Yoko, okay?”

“Yoko? Not against it, but why?”

“We can use the character for ‘ocean.’ We met on the beach. It fits, yeah?”

“Yeah...you’re right, it does! That’s actually pretty cute.”

She smiled a bit. Him and his symbolic names. Such a dork.

He was her former lover.

He was exuberance and life and adventure all rolled up into one. Never sat still, never stopped thinking of new things to do. Never stayed in the same place. Always found something to love about the places he went.

As she finished drying the dishes, though, she paused. A pang in her stomach, and it wasn’t the food doing it. With a sigh, she headed back to the quarters she shared with her husband, going to the closet where she kept her few belongings. Sliding it open, she pulled out a small leather pouch, opening it and dumping the contents into her palm—a round, amber stone on a leather string—the string was long since broken. Raising it to eye level, she turned it over in her hand, a frown crossing her features.

The kid’s doing fine. We all are.

She closed her fist around it, giving it a squeeze.

I promise, I’m okay.

She sat against the wall, staring across the room blankly for a while, still holding the stone in her hand.

She wasn’t aware how much time had passed, until Yoko opened the door again.

“Mommy, I’m going to bed! It’s story time!”

“Huh?” Nana snapped back to reality. “Oh...! Right. Sorry. Are you all set?”

“Mm-hmm.” Yoko nodded, lying completely.

“Hey.” Nana crouched in front of her. “Are you lyin’ to me?”

“...no.” Yoko looked away.

“You didn’t wash up!” She put her hands on her daughter’s cheeks. “You gotta wash up, kiddo! Or else you could get sick, and that would be,” she smushed her cheeks, taking a faux-sinister tone. “Sooooo baaaaaad.”

“Stoooop!” Yoko whined, pulling away. “I’ll go wash my face, fine!”

Nana laughed as Yoko scurried off, heading to her daughter’s room—the room was filled with odds and ends; various little “treasures” Yoko had picked up from playing with friends, going on “adventures” with her parents, or just wandering around. But displayed proudly on a small shelf were four seashells, each different shapes and colors—gifts given to her by her stepfather...her “daddy.”

“Here I am....” Yoko arrived moments later, crawling onto her futon.

“Alrighty, so what story do you want?”

“...actually...instead of a story...”

“Hm?”


“...can I ask you about my daddy? The daddy who made me?”

Nana felt her stomach flip as Yoko asked. “...you wanna know about your birth dad, huh?”

“You don’t gotta tell me everything if you don’t wanna, but....I at least wanna know what he was like.”

Nana didn’t know this feeling. It wasn’t dread. She knew Yoko would want to know more eventually. Fukurou didn’t live to see Yoko; didn’t get to watch her grow. And as those big green eyes stared back at Nana...

“...well....I can’t deny you that, huh?” Nana smiled a bit. “...okay.”

One day, Yoko would have to know what happened. But...at least for now, she could tell her who he was.

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Two small edits I made for the soul. Megohime checking in on her husband, and Nanami simply listening in on Motochika dropping that Tea ™

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Some Nanami thoughts! Working on a sheet of her, hope to post it soon. Im proud of how far she has come since I first made her when I was only a teen.. She grew alongside me and I love her a lot.

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Fujin Motochika, also known as Nanami.

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Chosokabe clan sketch dump

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The completed reference sheet for my OC Nana! It’s to go with her completed profile.

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I spent over a week on this single picture. Five days on the lineart alone so I’d be happy with it.

I made Nana a bit tanner, since she’s outside doing physical work so much.

Pose base by @miukumauk on twitter.

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Happy Mother’s Day to the most badass mama in the west!

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More Basara OC art! Here’s Nanahime with her daughter (Motochika’s stepdaughter) Yoko. She’s six and Nana will do nearly anything for this little girl.

Edited because I realized Nana’s hairline was too high.

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I’d like to give a shout-out to @drazudrazz for kickin’ me in the butt to do this after I saw she did one and got discouraged and she was like “NO YOU CAN DO IT” and so I did.

Literally just traced over a frame of Nohime from the anime lol.

Edited to blur the lines a bit.

Edit 2: added noise and chromatic aberration, as recommended by a friend.

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“The Cap’n ain’t here right now...but I’d be happy to oblige ya with a fight!”

Wanted to work on a) shading and b) closeups, so here’s Nana.

IDK why, but when I color her I tend to shade her upper lip?

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A screencap redraw of this: 

Using my Sengoku Basara OC Nanahime, and canon character Chosokabe Motochika.

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Basara OC Writings 3

Here we go again, sheepishly posting stuff featuring my Sengoku Basara OCs. This time, it focuses entirely on Nana and a trans member of her crew.

Motherly Instinct (Nana and Yuki)

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“Okay, ready?” Nana sat down behind Yuki, holding the roll of bandages in her hands; Yuki sat cross-legged in front of her, an arm across his chest—and his past self.

“Yeah; you can start.”

“I’m gonna have to get all up in there; you fine with that?”

“*Yes,* you ask me every time...”

“Just makin’ sure! Alright, arms up.” Nana shrugged, before beginning the process. “Let me know if it’s too tight, okay? I don’t want a repeat of the last time.”


Carefully, she began to wrap the bandages across Yuki’s chest, Yuki lifting his arm to let her slide the bandages over his breasts. She used a forearm to push the breasts up and out, then continued to wind the bandages around his chest.

Yuki could normally do this on his own with some effort, but Nana insisted on helping him when she noticed the bandages were coming loose.

“This good? Lemme know when it’s getting tight.” Nana tugged at the bandages.

“There’s okay,” Yuki nodded, as Nana finished up wrapping and scooted back.

“Thanks, Nana...” Yuki slid his arms back into his happi and loosely tied the sash.

“You’re all set; flat as a washboard.” With a grunt, she sprung back onto her feet and stood up. “Though...” she crossed her arms and tilted her head a bit.

“What is it?” Yuki asked as he stood up.

“There’s gotta be an easier way than what we’ve been doing. It’s been years; we still haven’t found a better way to pack you up?”

“...I guess you have a point, huh?” Yuki looked down. Nana bit her thumb as she thought for a moment.

“...gimme some time. I think I can come up with something *way* easier.” Nana wagged a finger a few times, before turning and striding out, gears already turning in her head. Yuki watched her leave, sighing and walking back out to pick up where he left off in his work.

”You wanted to be a boy, so you left?”

Nana looked up from her rice as she said this, sitting across from the anxious-looking young woman her little motley crew had picked up traveling across Kyushu. Beside Nana, a taller, tan-skinned, wine-haired man paused and coughed a bit, choking on his food; he pounded his chest a few times.

”...yeah...” Yukie admitted, looking down at her hands as they clenched the fabric of her skirt, “It just...doesn’t really feel right, being a girl, you know? My father wasn’t exactly warm to the idea...”

”Judging by the look on your face when you asked if you could join us,” the man began, “That conversation didn’t go well, huh?”

”Not at all...I knew it wouldn’t. He said I had to get married and be a wife, and that was final. But I was tired of living every day looking at myself and hating it....”

”Can’t say I blame you,” Nana leaned against the man, crossing her arms, “That sounds like some real baggage to deal with.”

”Thank you again for taking me in without too many questions...I needed to leave town as quickly as I could.”

”It’s fine, it’s fine...the more the merrier, yeah, Fukurou?”

“Agreed. But there’s still the matter of what was bothering you in the first place...” Fukurou pointed out.

”I don’t think it’s an issue,” Nana interjected, “You wanna be a boy? Be a boy. We’ll just call you Yuki instead of Yukie.”

”Is it really that simple?” Fukurou raised an eyebrow.

”Yup.”

Yukie looked between them. “...you really mean it? I can become a boy, just like that?”

“Well, sure. We haven’t known you for very long, so what’s a swap in sex gonna do, huh? We’re alright with it.”

Fukurou paused for a moment, then chuckled. “I guess that’s it, yeah? Well, welcome aboard, Yuki.”

Nana had always been one to look after Yuki from that day forward. After the incident that cost them Fukurou, Nana’s attentiveness to everyone in the group only grew, even as she grieved and carried her now fatherless child. And when the group merged into the ranks of the Chosokabe, Nana’s protective instinct went into overdrive until she was sure Yuki would be safe.

Yuki watched Nana heading into her home, a big smile forming on her face. Whatever idea she had...Yuki would love it no matter what.

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Sengoku Basara OC Writings 2

Note: Okay, so these are all writings I put together featuring my very old Sengoku Basara OCs. Kinda embarrassed to post them on a public forum, so please have mercy.

Botched Assassination (Mototsuna VS Motochika)

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“It’s a baby.”

“Very astute observation, Mototsuna. You have quite the keen eye.”

Aiou Mototsuna sighed, crossing his arms as he went over his half-brother’s orders. “You want me to kill the heir to the Chosokabe clan...who is, at this point, a child.”

“Yes; you were a child at one point, too, and look at what an obnoxious eyesore you turned into.” Mori Motonari turned his back to go over a map at his desk, expression unchanging; behind him, Mototsuna blew some hair out of his face in a deflated sigh. “The fact of the matter is that Chosokabe Motochika now has a blood heir, and that threatens both my son and my approaching second child.”

“That reminds me,” Mototsuna tipped his head. “How’s the lady of the castle feel about this?”

Motonari’s eyes narrowed a bit. “Ayane doesn’t need to worry herself with such matters—and I certainly hope you will not involve her unnecessarily. That would be unfortunate. But you are dodging the matter at hand—I’m giving you an order to assassinate the child. And I expect you to carry it out.”

“Yes, yes, I’m on it...I’ll head for Shikoku right away.”
”Dismissed.”
”Tch.” Mototsuna scoffed, exiting the room and making his way down the hall. Truth be told, he had overheard an earlier conversation between the lord and lady of the castle and, as expected, Motonari had silenced his wife’s pleas with his own cold reality.

But enough pity.

Now for the matter of the target.... Mototsuna thought to himself as he began his journey, Or rather...the matter of what hazards to avoid.

The kid’s young enough that he’ll always have someone with him; most likely that’ll be his mommy dearest. Nanahime’s not that big a threat unless I were to get up close...which won’t be an issue at all. Checking his rather intricate crossbow, he aimed down the scope—actually a very small spyglass—at an invisible target for a moment.

As for the matter of the dad...that’s an absolute Do Not Engage. If he catches even the slightest hint of me being there, I have to make a break for it; there’s no chance in hell I’d survive any kind of encounter with him.

Stowing the crossbow, he took to the trees, swinging and jumping from branch to branch in the darkness. Snipe, then get the hell out. That’s the Aiou Mototsuna style.

He arrived in Shikoku the following morning, making himself at home in the treetops where the soil met the sand, peering through a spyglass out of his hiding spot to seek out his target. Might be too early to have the kid out and about, but at least I can establish where the rest of the family is.

His spyglass darted to Chosokabe manor as the front door slid open and Yoko darted out, making a beeline for the shore. There’s the bastard child. Damn, she’s fast.

Moments later, the Ogre of the Western Sea was sprinting after her. Aaaaand there he is. He watched the two of them leap into the water, with an amused grin. Least that means Chosokabe’s separated from the target. Speaking of...

Nana stepped out the front door, holding an obscured bundle in both arms, grinning and shaking her head as she saw Motochika pick up and toss Yoko in the water.

There.

Nana was shouting something toward the pair, but was too far for Mototsuna to make out the words. A pirate approached her to speak to her, and she turned to face him, shifting the bundle to one arm.

Now or never. The crossbow was out, and Mototsuna gazed down the scope at the bundle. He exhaled slowly.

And fired.

“Oi, Jogen, could you do me a favor—“ Nana was cut off as the bolt pierced the top of the bundle, passing through it and jabbing her in the arm; she let out an alarmed yelp, dropping the bundle as she dropped to her knees. Her cry prompted her husband and daughter to immediately stop and look to her.

“Anego—!” Jogen dropped beside her to check her, as the bundle unraveled...

...revealing a large fish that had been wrapped in paper, now skewered through the head. That *was* going to be breakfast.

“....” Mototsuna lowered his scope, a look of bewilderment across his face. That...was not what he expected. “....what the fuck.”

His momentary shock was jostled even further as Jogen was heard shouting, “SNIPER!”

Mototsuna immediately began to flee the scene, sliding along sturdy branches and swinging from those above him. He wasn’t even sure exactly which direction he was going; all he knew was that he had a limited window of opportunity to get as far as he could—

**CR-R-R-ACK!**

An anchor on a chain smashed through several trees behind him, before being jerked upward to return to its owner. Mototsuna felt the color drain from his face.

I’m dead.

The anchor shot past him, hooking onto a branch and beginning to retract, pulling its owner along, as a knee slammed into Mototsuna’s back and sent him hurtling through branches and slamming into the ground. Coughing and groaning, he began to prop himself up, turning to face the Ogre of the Western Sea leering down at him, anchor over his shoulder and hand in his pocket.

“Oi....I’m givin’ you one chance to explain why you fired at my mermaid, yeah? And it better be a damn good one.”

Mototsuna panted and grunted as he managed to stand up, grabbing his crossbow off his back.

There was no way he was getting out of here without a fight.

“To be fair...I wasn’t aiming for her. I thought she was holding something else.”

Motochika didn’t answer. But his good eye began to widen, as the realization dawned on him. He grit his teeth.

“Damn you...”

He raised the anchor. “DAMN YOU!”

Motostuna’s hands crackled with lightning, his crossbow opening up.

Hopefully, amidst the incoming chaos, he’d find a chance to flee...