#SEQUEL ROUTE

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I’m not sure if the game intended this to be a mystery or not. In the actual Honnouji scene, the narration and Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide’s reaction strongly implies that Nobunaga really was dead, even though it didn’t explicitly show that he dropped dead. 

Still, "Nobunaga’s corpse was never found” was a saying that’s bandied about a lot online, leading to conspiracy theories about how he might have escaped or if someone secretly removed his body.

However, some experts claim that the corpse is not missing. It’s just “unidentifiable”. There are so many dead in Honnouji, and not to mention that the building burned down. It’s only logical to assume that nobody could identify which among the piles of dead bodies was supposed to be Nobunaga. Even in modern day, with all its high-end forensic technology, it’s still not easy to identify burnt corpses. 

The account by Luis Frois also assumed as such, and he said that Nobunaga’s remains was burnt up and nothing of him is left. He wasn’t there in the Honnouji premises to actually poke around the ashes, but he was in the church in Kyoto, which was close enough for him to have witnessed the fire.

I think there is the flimsiest chance that Nobunaga could really have just pretended to be dead, and then ran off into the sunset to live the rest of his life in peace. With so many people running around in Honnouji that night, who’s to say that he did not mingle with the escaping servants, and slip out? If you really want to play conspiracy games, might as well just say he’s not dead and just vanished.

There’s no reason to conspire overly-complicated explanations about how “he did die, but the body had been taken” or some such, though. Fire just burn things up, and without technology, burnt bodies are just simply unidentifiable.

[lavulabi]

[bespectacledbun]

Happy Chevalier Sequel Route day to those celebrating

[cozyfaee]

Babiest girl 🥺

[dododrawsstuff]

My entry for @aquagirl1978 's event of Chevalier's Sequel Route Release for the prompt Love

Yes, it's yet another drawing of Chev and Mel sleeping, but in this one he is the small spoon. I imagine he could only show this level of vulnerability around someone her truly loved, and that's why I thought it fit with the prompt I swear I'll try to draw more serious art tomorrow lol

I also tried another rendering on this one, it's been fun experimenting with them

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[stellarstardust]

Wake up, babe. New cringey IkePri MC quote just dropped:

Me reading this: 🤦🏻‍♀️

And here is where Chevalier is me:

You deserve to be laughed at and feel embarrassed, Emma. I laughed and was embarrassed for you.

[aquagirl1978]

Family

A/N: Day whatever of my Chevalier Sequel Route Release event (we won't talk about the shit week I have had) Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader Prompt: Family Word Count: 948 Tags: fluff; Chevalier as a father

A soft smile spread on my lips as I walked through the hallway to your room; I was certain this was my “human” smile you adored so much. I felt a warmth – one that was unfamiliar at first, but has since become something I have grown to enjoy – stir through my body as I approached your room. The closer to your room I got, the happier I felt for I would soon be seeing you.

As soon as I crossed the threshold to your room, my eyes were locked on you, your smile radiant as you sat up in bed. My gaze then drifted to the sleeping baby in your arms. 

Our baby.

“There he is, the new father!!”

I let out an exasperated sigh. Of course he came to see you. I glanced back at you, your eyes apologizing for keeping such a secret. You were right to do that; had I known, I certainly would have put up a fuss at his invitation.

Without greeting the old man, I approached your bed and placed a quick kiss on the top of your head. Never having had much experience with small babies, I awkwardly tickled his toes as gently as I could.

“How have you both been?” I asked quietly so as to not wake the sleeping baby, my fingers still touching his toes. I’ll never let you know how truly worried I have been the past few days since our new arrival. 

“We’re doing well, we’re having a nice visit with great-grandpa.”

My body tensed hearing a man who was not a grandfather to me referred to as great-grandpa to my child.

“Please don’t call me that, it makes me sound like such an old man,” the marquis replied smiling. 

I smirked and finally allowed my eyes to meet his; I didn’t have to look behind me to know the joy that was written on your face. 

“Someone’s hungry,” the old man said as my son stirred in his mother’s arms, his soft cries piercing the uncomfortable silence that had fallen in the room. “I think this is our cue to leave,” he added, winking at me. He rose from his chair, and only then did I notice he had a cane with him.

He’s getting older.

Lifting my hand in a small wave, I smiled at you once more before turning on my heel and leaving your room.I knew my son wouldn’t see me waving goodbye, but I did it anyway.

“Do you have a few minutes to walk with me to Sariel’s office? I wanted to pay him a visit while I’m here.”

Nodding, I followed him down the hallway, silence lingering between us.

“He has her eyes,” he said softly.

I glanced at him curiously, recalling the moment the nurse placed our baby into your arms. The first thing you had said to me after laying eyes on him was that he had my eyes.

“Not your wife. Your mother.” There was a fondness in his voice I hadn’t often heard.

Mother.

I fell silent as I walked alongside him. I never thought of her as my mother; to me, she would always be the late queen. An unpleasant feeling stirred inside me, one I wished I could easily ignore.

It wasn’t a long walk to Sariel’s office, the remainder of which was spent in silence. I was relieved when I saw the ornate door to his office.

“Maybe I’ll see you around here soon,” I said awkwardly, not really sure how to say goodbye. “It would mean alot to her if you came for a visit again soon. She is quite fond of you.”

“And I am very fond of her.” He rested his hand on the doorknob to the office before continuing to speak. “But she already extended me an invite back. Said it would be good for your son to get to know his family.”

A huff of laughter escaped my throat; of course you would say something like that to that old dotard. 

“Besides,” he added while opening the door to the minister’s office, “someone has to tell your son what you were like when you were younger.”

With my eyes wide and my jaw slackened, I found myself not completely hating the idea.

After leaving the old dotard, I returned to your room, my heart happy to see you again. Opening the door slowly, I found you asleep on the bed, our son nestled in the bassinet nearby. I walked over to him, and took a moment to just watch him. To enjoy him while he was still this little. 

I reached out my hand, and allowed my fingertip to graze his fisted hand. Awkwardly, I stroked his little hand, hoping I was gentle with my touch. His hand opened and his fingers flexed, wrapping all five fingers around my one.

As I glanced down at my son, my finger gripped tightly in his tiny fist, I felt that not so unpleasant feeling wash over me once more. 

Being born into royalty meant a life of duty and honor to one’s country. While it was a life thrust upon me with no choice whatsoever, I wasn’t certain that this was the exact life I wanted for my child. I didn’t want him to repeat my mistakes and follow the life handed to me. I wanted – no, needed – him to know that being a royal also meant that they needed to know love and what it felt like to be loved. 

I smiled as I realized what that feeling that had filled me so often was. It was something I had never felt before; it was familial love.

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[misty-moth]

??? I feel like I’m going insane 🤨 I opened ikevil and was spamming through the popups telling me to play the other games and I swear I saw sequel Yves… but ofc it won’t pop up again 🙃

[sunshine-and-her-ikevil-stuff]

*thinking about the villains' tragic fates*

You know, their routes never really talk too much about their fates and how it effects them mentally. Or how the MC feels about it, and dealing with the fear and angst of it with the slight exception of William's route

*eyes widen*

... I think I know what the sequels are gonna be about

[ohnoohnoohnonotagain]

I love their interactions so much. When they're not trying to kill each other anyway.

...

Actually no. Even then 🫣

Arthur says it best

[scorchieart]

Sniper, no sniping!

Snipers:

And that's the story of how Yves solved world peace. Leon was there, he can corroborate.

[samurailoveballadhistory]

This situation is obviously exaggerated for drama, so that Mitsuhide’s rebellion didn’t seem like it’s out of nowhere. In reality, Nobunaga doesn’t go this far with Honganji. After he petitioned the court to have Kennyo ousted and all the monks of Honganji evicted, he just left them alone. Kennyo went to retire to a different location, and Nobunaga didn’t bother hunting down every single one of the Honganji temples or believers. 

Surprisingly enough, the one who kind of did this is actually Ieyasu. After the Ikko Ikki of Mikawa rioted, eating up even half of the Tokugawa vassals in 1564, Ieyasu banned the Honganji sect from Mikawa altogether. All the Honganji-affiliated temples in Mikawa had to change into a different denomination or else they’d be punished or even eradicated. This ban on Honganji faith is not lifted until 1583.

Also, this is a mistake that I myself also made previously, but the Honganji sect is not the sole representative of the Jodo Shinshuu faith. As it turns out the Jodo Shinshu had split into at least 3 branches before Kennyo, with Honganji being actually one of the lesser branches at first. In time they grew in prominence and became the biggest one, causing misunderstanding that they’re the sole inheritor of Shinran’s Jodo Shinshuu teachings. 

Realistically speaking, throwing out Honganji doesn’t necessarily mean throwing out the Shinshuu faith entirely. Nobunaga had himself given clemency to some Shinshuu temples in his territories, after they swore that they’re not associated in any way to Honganji or the Ikko Ikki.

The branches don’t even like each other. The Takada branch of the Shinshuu and Honganji had multiple disputes with each other through history, from civil disputes like fighting over whose abbot gets to be awarded the post of the Most Reverend, to even proxy wars through samurai clans. Whichever side’s championed clan rules the land will run the other sect out of the territory and demands those who remained to convert into the other sect.

[ikeprinces-stuff]

Event : Leon Dompteur sequel route release

Host : @aquagirl1978

Characters : Leon x Reader

Words : 1414

A/N : My first entry to the event, a day early before the start time, pls don't mind me, Aqua ✨❤️🤣 the one who'll get deeper to what inside the story is the smartest fella!

Day 1 - “Love : Who/what does Leon love? what does love mean to him?”

Love can take on numerous interpretations, shaped by individual perspectives and experiences. For some, love serves as a coping mechanism, while others might use it as a justification for actions that stray far from its essence. Conversely, many view love as a beacon, a source of joy, and a guiding force in life. The unique love discovered by the King of Beasts was particularly exceptional; it prompted him to reconnect with a part of himself that he believed he had eradicated long ago, unaware that this hidden self had been quietly residing within his lonely heart.

This newfound love acted as a catalyst for his journey towards authenticity, allowing him to emerge as his true self rather than merely playing a role cast by others. After nearly succumbing to the depths of his solitude and despair, he found solace in the presence of someone who shone like a warm ray of sunshine, nurturing him back to life and helping him rediscover the essence of who he truly was.

“Nothing will change the man I know, you will always be you.” Even after all this time, the words still resonate in his mind like the enchanting sound of bells—melodic and timeless. He finds himself replaying them over and over, especially when he’s with you, the one who spoke those cherished words. They linger in his thoughts, a beautiful reminder of that moment, evoking feelings he never tires of reliving.

"‘As she departed from the barren place she once called home, she resolved to embark on a journey through the kingdoms, in search of the truth... answers... about her own identity. Throughout her life, people have regarded her as charming, resolute, and adept at winning hearts with her personality and deeds, almost effortlessly.’" You read the passage attentively, your place nestled in your king's embrace on the bed, as if sharing a bedtime story. "You know, Leon?" you called out, catching his attention, which shifted towards you with evident curiosity. "This heroine reminds me of someone. She has a way of captivating people instantly, with an irresistible charm." You shot a teasing glance at Leon, prompting him to chuckle. "I wonder who that could be?" he replied playfully, already aware of your intentions. As he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you closer, his actions spoke louder than words, reinforcing your point.

“Do you really think she’s like me?” Leon asked, his strong arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace, transferring warmth from your skin to your very heart. You let out a soft sigh, allowing yourself to lower your defenses in his presence. “Maybe not exactly,” you replied, sensing the intrigue reflected in Leon’s eyes. Earlier, you had drawn a parallel between him and the heroine of the story, but now it seemed you had shifted your stance. “What do you mean by that?” Leon inquired, curiosity evident in his voice and a playful smile dancing on his lips.

“Well, this heroine, despite her intelligence, beauty, and indomitable spirit… spent her life in solitude. She overcame challenges and fought against the odds, yet she did it all on her own. Though many admired her, she never let anyone in, never truly lowered her guard. She was surrounded by admirers, but her only true companion was her instrument—her intuition and her instinct for survival.”

Leon was taken aback by your in-depth character analysis, recognizing its precision, poignancy, and underlying sadness. Even though the character was fictional, he felt a sense of connection. Despite being constantly surrounded by supporters and admirers, he too often felt the grip of loneliness. In a way, he and that heroine were linked by their shared struggle with solitude.

“Maybe it’s just that she hasn’t discovered what could liberate her from her loneliness yet,” he mused, his voice tinged with a softness that hinted at deeper thoughts. Glancing at him, you noticed his gaze was fixed not on the pages before you but somewhere far away, filled with a mixture of sadness and affection.

“She’s lost, you know,” Leon continued, lowering his voice almost to a whisper. “Without any hints of her past, she learned to build walls, never trusting anyone. She was a shadow of herself, unable to open her heart.” As he spoke, you caught a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, as if he were recollecting an intimate part of his own life. Your hand instinctively reached out to his cheek, caressing it tenderly. To your surprise, Leon leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as he reveled in the comfort you offered.

“You and this heroine are quite different, though,” you chimed in with a playful smile, watching him react with a mischievous glint in his now-opened eyes. “You’ve been quite the wordsmith lately, haven’t you?” You laughed lightly, before continuing, “While I can see why you might see similarities, let’s be real here. You said she couldn’t find a way out of her loneliness, but that’s not true for you.” There was a pause, a bridge of unspoken connections stretching between the two of you. “She couldn’t be herself with anyone. But you… you found me. You never had to hide who you are from me.”

Leon fell silent, and you could feel the warmth of your emotions swirling in the air. “When I fell in love with you, it wasn’t just affection; it was a desire to share this life, to ensure you’d never be alone. You’ve always told me that our love lets you be yourself, that with me, you can embrace the real you.” You felt a sense of resolution settle around you, as if the darkness that once surrounded Leon was slowly lifting, replaced by the bright light of acceptance and connection.

Leon locked his amber gaze onto you, an irresistible glint of mischief in his eyes as he snatched the book from your hands and slammed it shut, plopping it down on the bedside table. “Hey! I wasn’t done with that yet—Oooff!” The air rushed from your lungs as he nestled his head against your chest, arms wrapping around you tight. “Leon…?” You could hardly process it as he purred like a contented cat, radiating warmth and affection that made your heart flutter. “You’ve got this uncanny knack for making me fall head over heels every single time,” he murmured, grinning up at you.

Your surprise quickly melted into adoration. “Well, I hope that heroine finds something to chase away her loneliness,” Leon said, as your fingers gently gliding through his hair. “Someone who makes her feel free to be herself, you know?” Leon nodded thoughtfully. “Basically, she needs to find love, right?” you added, and he totally agreed. “I always knew you cared for everyone, but I didn’t think you’d extend all that compassion to fictional characters too,” you teased, a grin creeping onto your face.

“Hey, I just can’t stand the thought of anyone going through what I did,” he shrugged, still clinging to you like you were his security blanket. “If that heroine figures it out, it’ll mean she learns that being herself is all about love. And thanks to you, I know just what that feels like.” He looked at you, eyes glimmering with hope, and you couldn’t resist giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Really, all I did was fall for you. I’m not some great sage or anything,” you laughed lightly, but his expression was mock-serious. “Oh please, drop the modesty! Even if it’s true, I’m giving you all the credit anyway,” he shot back, settling on top of you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

With barely a moment to catch your breath, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours, fingers intertwining in a dance that felt like pure magic. Just as you were about to get lost in the moment, reality hit you like a ton of bricks. “Ugh, what if I forget where I left off in the book? This is totally your fault!” You rolled your eyes, but there was a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Leon chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t sweat it! You won’t forget a single detail of tonight—especially when I keep reminding you how much I love you,” he grinned, capturing your lips again as you both dove into a world that was just the two of you, wrapped up in an endless loop of love and laughter.

Fin ✨❤️

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9 R.I.P. Sequel - 神編 Rough Character Illustrations/Profiles

[methoughtsphantom]

plot bunnies about an idea i don’t have enough motivation juice to write. red hood identity reveal variety

smol jason

So, Red Hood reclutantly working alongside the Bat to take down a child trafficking ring when he is hit with a de-aging spell. It even isn’t the first time Batman encountered the end of this particular spell so he already knows the victim would have no recollection of their memories, so he protects the now child (he guessing 11 estimate age) and guides him through the panic of not being able to take off the Red Hood helmet. the one that canonically has a bomb in it (cause older Jason is a dramatic bitchTM) so like, Batman catches the child’s prying fingers and takes them away from the latches because Hood has implied the existence of a bomb and that’s enough for dread to set in his gut. Bruce gently coaxes the child to let him confirm this with a device he takes out of his belt and raises it eye level to the kid’s head. It beeps. And B feels the ground sweep out under him. Because indeed this child has a bomb to his head. (and he’s suddenly hearing another bomb go off in the distance and a warehouse and —)

anyways, B ends up taking (read kidnapping) this twelve year old to the Batcave so they can pry off the helmet and I can only picture the ANGST because this is Jason and Bruce each unaware of who the other is. Jason still lives in the streets in his mind according to him and well, according to B, he’s dead. So they start bonding, kinda awkwardly at first cuz of the helmet’s voice modulator, but Jay at that age (at any rlly) was a spitfire and like he genuinely makes B forget this is a crime lord for a second (kinda difficult to that when the kid is stuck in the helmet) but whatever. I can only see Jason being his cautious self but kinda being at ends here because he kinda does need Batman’s help to get this thing off him, so he can only, just like narrow his eyes when the Bat approaches him for a blood sample. (“Need to check for magic residue, lad.”)

(Jason’s only allows this because he has a knife he found in the clothes he’d was drowning in earlier)

As u can guess, Bruce was obviously lying and wanted to run the blood sample to see if it matched any from his database (as the Red Hood has also implied that they have met before)

Anyways Bruce just gets the alert that the blood reading was finished almost at the same time they can pry the helmet off, and because he got a little attached, he just wants to see the face of this lively if wary teenager that has the same name as his (dead) son. (he managed to pry it from him earlier, how, i dunno) It’s literally Bruce’s martyr and huge guilt-complex that goes like ‘ah yes let me see the face of a child that was failed so throughly by the people who should’ve taken care of him’. So they pry off the helmet and then Bruce feels like he’s been doused by cold water. it’s like he’s staring at the ghost of his dead son again, the image completed with ruffled hair, slightly upturned lips and blue guarded eyes that look up to him with recognition but not recognition.

Bruce immediately hardens, shuts down any hope he can feel rushing in and desperately tries to close the dam and let his confusion and rage turn into anguish. “Who are you?”

The boy—the imposter quickly tracks the 180 demeanor change and immediately goes defensive. A painfully familiar scowl appears in his face.

“I’m Jason, I already told you that, what, your old age catching up to you?”

Batman stalks closer and then the boy’s taking two steps back for every one the Bat takes. He tracks the loose outline of a hand closing in tightly around the hilt of a knife in the boy wearing his son’s face and he can only think how dare he.

“Lies! You’re not my son! Who are you?”

Heart in throat, Jason struggles to keep distance between him and the towering black shadow that’s so angry he can sense it in his very bones. He doesn’t understand.

He doesn’t.

“I-I my name’s Jason. Jason Todd. My father is Willis Todd, not—not, Batman.”

And there’s that for the little snippet. Sorry this is so disjointed😭. After that’s just the mental image of Dick cutting in with Zatanna trailing closely behind him and being all “Hey I got your message about a de-aging spell and—“ and just stopping at the scene.

Because that’s Batman towering over a clearly scared kid. Said kid using the distraction to try and stab Batman. The action clearly enraging Batman—that doesn’t make any sense?! B would never— Dick immediately sprints into action and steps in between the two.

like Dick just giving his back to the kid and not seeing. Batman clearly shaking his head in denial and snarling, treating the kid like his crime lord self and Dick not understanding. Having to receive help from Zatanna to get the kid the hell out of here (but like where would they even take him? The manor??)

Zatanna just takes them to the other side of the cave and takes note of the teenager. How he has a dead grip on a red helmet and his gaze is stuck upon it.

Meanwhile Dick has to physically restrain Batman from going after the kid and he raises his voice just enough to demand what the hell is happening?? Why is there a kid in the Batcave? …Batman??? Report. As he is demanding answers Dick had slowly loosen his grip on his dad only to now found him staring at his gauntlet’s data hologram.

The information displayed? 99.98% Match confirmed to Jason Peter Todd.

So as this is clearly pure angst, I want Jason to lash out, sticking only to Zatanna only to realize she’s the magic user that’ll quote on quote will return him back to normal.

Jason is just like on really uneven ground here, even though he doesn’t think he’s ready to retur. But then Batman is just like “Jaylad” … “Jay…” and taking off his cowl and reaching up to him and looking at him like he knows him, like he’s something fragile and precious. Which is sooo fucking jarring you can understand. Jason internally is all what the fuck

Jason just wants them to back off. Jason is an overwhelmed bean. He looks up to Nightwing for help but the man is also mirroring the Bat, domino off and eyes suspiciously bright.

Zatanna is literally the only person in the room not emotionally compromised. She’s with Jay in the ??? train.

Suddenly she looks down and there’s the little boy whose eyes are pleading in helpless confusion. Eyes practically conveying the question you can return me back to normal right?? he pointedly doesn’t rip his eyes from hers as Zatanna puts a hand on his shoulder, pretending she doesn’t notice how he trembles and wordlessly asks if he’s sure.

cut scene

Bruce interrupts because information overload and he can’t compartmentalize this is too important and he and Dick stop Zatanna to which she too is ?? because that was literally what she was called for here. Dick is no help.

Dick is torn.

[theimaginativelyreticent]

Playing Pretend Collection Event [ Leon's Sequel Route Release]

°° Leon's Story Card °°

Leon : Young Bf // His POV

Litch : Teach me, Senpai? // His POV

Clavis : Master & Apprentice // His POV

Chev : Perfect Doctor // His POV

** still uploading **

I can't guarantee that I'll get their POV though. 'Cause I have to be on top 100 to all of them. And I can't because I'm saving for Chev, Sil and Gilbie's event for the future. So... Probably, just Chevie and Clavs is certain ~~~

I think I can focus on this event now that I've finished all routes (except the bitter end) for the ikevil event and I'm not really chasing the ranking this time (Just Roger's bonus story).😎