#Sengoku ( IC )

[senjo]

[revasserium]

I'm being a rebel and requesting Ikesen Masamune and barefoot 💜

send me one and a character u__u

hurricane (prompt: barefoot)

masamune; 1,813; fluff and... that's it; @violettduchess is quite possibly one of the only ppl who can get me to write for a fandom that i had no plans in joining BUT HERE I AM FOLKS. here the fuCK i am.

he has always been a hurricane.

there are moments in a person’s life big enough for a single choice to put them on a completely different path, and then — there are those moments, much smaller moments, adding up to that one, bigger, monumental, life-changing moment. this is one of the latter.

the moon is heaven bright, swinging low in a full-bellied sky, and insomnia had plagued you till you’d come into the inner gardens for refuge. at least here, it felt like you were stuck between the pages of a waking dream. so… sleep-adjacent, right? right.

you swing your feet off the edge of the pristinely mopped wooden walkways, your sketchbook propped in your lap, a charcoal pencil gliding over the smooth, moon-bleached pages. you let your hand take the drawing where it wants, and these days, there’s only one place that your hand (and, subsequently the rest of your mind and body) seems to want to go.

masamune.

he appears as fish-tail flicks of your wrist bring him to life on the pages, each sketch fluid and overlapping with the next, almost like the depiction of dance — the crinkle at the edge of his eye, the curve of his hand as he rests it on the hilt of one of his blades, the strong, graceful slope of his shoulders and back, the crescent moon curve of his lips as he smiles, ever light, ever teasing, in your direction.

“ah… is that what i look like?”

his voice makes you jump, and even now after all this time, it sets your heart racing in your chest as you whirl around to find his nose inches from yours, that self-same smile hinged across his damnably gorgeous lips.

“w-wh — why aren’t you sleeping?” is your stumbling, cobbled together response to being jump-scared in the middle of his castle pagoda, but it’s the best you could come up with. he only leans back, chuckling, his arms tucked into the long thin sleeves of his kosode as he casts his eye up towards the full moon, his expression for once devoid if mischief or calculation. it’s strange, seeing him like this, so still and so quiet, and something about it makes you go still too, wondering if this is what its like to be caught in the eye of the storm, where the quiet is only ever momentary and destruction dances just beyond where your mind can reach.

“i could ask the same of you, kitten. so tell me… why aren’t you sleeping?” he grins as he joins you, propping one arm on a bent knee, watching as you gather yourself, palms pressing to the pages of your sketchbook.

“i… i couldn’t sleep.” you look down at your own knees, and it strikes you then that your feet are still bare. you can’t help glancing at masamune, and sure enough, his feet are bare too. no wonder i hadn’t heard him coming.

but something about this sets you off, the sight of his bare feet next to yours, and even though it shouldn’t be so tantalizing a thing — the flicker of bare flesh, the hint of skin unseen— you feel like one of those ancient victorian maidens, blushing at the sight of bare ankles.

you can’t help it; you start to laugh.

and masamune, sitting beside you, finds himself transfixed, held still by the sound of your laughter, pouring from you like rainwater from a stream. so clear and beautiful it sets his body arrack with shivers.

“what?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow, “is there something on my face?”

at this, you pause, stifling your giggles with a hand pressed to your lips, and you look at him. your eyes meet, and not for the first time, you feel yourself falling into them — into him. even like this, his one blue eye is something of a miracle, a thing of celestial majesty. it wasn’t until you’d met him that you’d realized what blue eyes look like up close — up close, they are the shattered light of a millions stars, fractured and reformed and singing through a universe of endless dark to end up here, shining out from him and landing on you, and god — he’s looking at you like all those million, billion years of starlight had traveled the expanse of every galaxy just to look at you.

just to see you like he does now.

“no… there isn’t,” you say, whisper, more like, reaching out a hand to trace your thumb over the lid of his closed eye. he doesn’t push you away. instead, he leans in closer.

“then, what’s so funny, kitten?”

you simply shake your head, trying to swallow down your belly-full of laughter, your mind showing you a strobe-quick flash-forward of you trying to explain the concept of foot kinks and websites that cater to such 500 years in the future before deciding — no. alas, tonight is not the night you try to educate one date masamune on the intricacies of body part kinks. though no doubt he’d take it in stride. no — that thought too, you tamp down before you’ve the mind to follow it down into a deep, dark rabbit hole from whence you might never recover or be recovered.

“tell me, please…” he grins, a grin that is simultaneously plea and pleasure, and in it, you can hear the knife-sharp promise of desire, “i’d like to know if something other than me has the power to make you laugh so much.”

“it’s just —” you bite your lips, fighting for the words, “we’re both barefoot.”

he blinks. and you can tell that whatever he was expecting the answer to be, this is clearly not it.

you track the flitter of emotions as they dance in quicksilver steps across the planes of his face — surprise, confusion, amusement, all painted porcelain perfect on the dark of his brows, the faint twitch of his lips. finally, he settles on a sorted of muted bemusement as he cocks his head at you.

“and… do people of your time tend to sleep with socks on?”

“no, it’s just…” you blush again, unable to help yourself.

“just what?” his voice is light, and he is still.

you swallow, hard,

“just… it’s weird — i mean — it’s not like i haven’t seen anyone else barefoot before just… this was — you’re just — and i —” you trip over your words in a hurry and end up tumbling through into incoherence so fast all you can do to styme the flood is to clamp your mouth shut and pray.

oh god please… tell me this is a bad dream.

but when you open your eyes, masamune is still there, watching you with that singular eye of his, expression inscrutable. and still, he doesn’t move.

“so…” and finally, finally, the stillness breaks — he cracks it open like an eggshell, stretching himself out as he leans back, propping himself up on his elbows, lengthening till he’s splayed out over the gleaming wooden boards of the walkway, his face bathed in ghostly moonlight.

“i’m not the first man you’ve seen barefoot, hm? that is a problem.”

your mouth drops open and for a moment, you gape at him wordless and fish-like, and he laughs as he turns to look at you.

“tell me his name — i’ll have his head in the morning,” he says, in a voice so casually serious that for a moment you think he might actually mean it.

“masamune!”

and then, he’s laughing too, a big, bright, uproarious thing that shakes his entire body like the foundations of the earth. it is deep and rich and lovely, warm and sweet as sun-kissed honey. you let yourself be swept up in his laughter, dropping into silent giggles, and then something louder, letting your shoulder bump into his, your bodies finally touching and then —

there’s a flurry of clothing, a shifting of weights. you find yourself pulled into him, tipping towards him like inevitability.

your sketchbook lays forgotten on the walkway next to you as masamune holds you close against his chest.

“ah… i really don’t like that…”

an entourage of tingles frissons through your body at his words.

“don’t like what?”

“the fact that you’ve seen someone else barefoot before. it bugs me.”

you peer up at him, lifting your head ever so slightly from his chest. he’s looking at you, and the sunrise-blue of his eyes are shadowed with something darker now, something decidedly less innocent than just the thought of bare feet.

“then… what will you do about it?” you ask, feeling the heat of his body, the solidness of him, the rightness of you between his arms.

“hm… are you teasing me, kitten?” his voice is gravel and earthquake and you’re emboldened by the sound, by the way his pupil dilates, the black hole at the center of every galaxy — gravity made solid, made real.

“yes,” you breathe, leaning up like a dare and he meets you gloriously, his lips hard and pressing and soft and pulling. there’s a fire unspooling at the base of your spine, stoked by the heat and truth of him, so close, too close — you break apart gasping. he grins, lynx-like and wolfish as he grazes his teeth along the column of your throat.

“good,” he says, sighing into your flesh as you arch up into him, your fingers curling into his hair as he flips the pair of you over. he pulls you beneath him and he is storm and thunder, he is rain and wonder — he is water to your desert skies, the sunlit days to all your moonless nights.

and as he makes to rend you into pleasure, into nothing more than ache and belonging, he pulls back with a bone-deep growl, a sliver of hesitation, of self-preservation.

“are… are you sure you want this?” that you want me? the echo is not lost on you.

and it’s not the first time he’s asked you the question, and you have a feeling that it wouldn’t be the last. but you reply as you had, once upon a time, in a distant, sun-drenched afternoon, when you’d been telling him about one of your favorite poems from your time.

you smile, tug him down for a kiss.

“yes,” you say, like you’d done on that long-ago afternoon, “i want you — i want this, masamune. because… I love you.”

“i will love you when you are a still day… i will love you when you are a hurricane.”

[sunhated-a]

“Why do you do it?” Yoriichi

"I... I don't want to die."

He didn't understand what caused this sudden bout of honesty. As the progenitor of demons, he should be regal, by all rights he should walk with his gaze cast into the heavens. He who rose from the mire of mortality a new being.

But something about the man forced his gaze to the ground, and there it remained, under the weight of centuries' worth of disappointment. If Muzan and his power rose high into the heavens, then this man was the forces that would bring him low. Every bit of his being told him so.

So he's Kibutsuji once again, he feels himself wrapped in dying flesh. Weak, weak and afraid. Such vulnerability was disgusting, and his claws sink into his own flesh, a vain attempt to ground himself to the moment and keep from spiraling any further.

After he thoroughly reminds himself of who he is, Muzan forces his gaze up to meet Yoriichi's, a newfound desperation writ plainly upon his eyes. And immediately he looks away; as if he had stared upon the blinding wrath of the sun.

"You think me a monster, but I didn't ask for any of this. I didn't want to die, I-" He glares heatedly at the ground, the intensity of it would have certainly burnt holes in the stone. "... I wanted to live and see the world outside."

He wants to bite down on the words and swallow them back into the void they came from, and drown them out. Snuff those cinders out underneath his heel so he would never utter such weakness again. But this was it, wasn't it? This was what he wanted. What he was willing to kill for.

[conquiistador]

Just his usual fantasy about killing Sengoku very slowly.

[ezxthan]

Catepillar is officialy my new fav petname after wild boar

[marine-engineer-lucie]

[ 📞 ] ‘ say something.’ / Sengoku (@nikaswill)

"Lucie? Say something!"

"AAAAAAA OLD MAN YOU REALLY CALLED?"

[incandescentia]

"Please don't tell our chief retainer this, but I can't bring myself to like bell peppers."

[lyds323]

I attended AX 2023 with my son Matt. When Cybird announced this year's theme and merch I thought Mitsuhide’s chibi was too cute and I just had to cosplay as him. So with the help of my son Matt we crunched out my Mitsuhide cosplay (along with our 2 other cosplays for that weekend)! The week leading up July 1st was HELL!! LOL Days of long hours to finish our tunics, Matt to finish my knight armor & his own top hat for his Hat Kid cosplay. But we did it! And I was able to get my pic with Hiroto dressed at Mitsunari on Day 1💜 AX was great, but exhausting! To end Day 1, Mitsuhide got to hang out with a fan while escorting her to the #Obey Me panel 🙊 lol An agreeable end to his day 😉

[songweaver]

[marinehero-a]

sengoku chucks those rice crackers back

ლ.    He simply opens his mouth and catches it, swallowing it perfectly.

     But that was rude ! Grabs a handful more crackers and throws it full force back anyway, it's about the Principal of matters—

[medicus-mortem]

@shiigures​ from [+] [because Tumblr made my reply ugly.]

   “I don’t give a flyin’ fuck if you can keep a God damned secret,” he growls. “It’s the principle of the thing. I trusted them and this is what they do? I should just gut you all and be done with it!”

[dnangelic]

( oh ? ... i don't know about that . ) the words ring out slowly through his mind , and it rashes ; develops a bothering itch that has him speaking out before he even realizes it . ' even if they do , everything still belongs to the artist --- ' a flush , and then he hesitates . ' i mean , a thing is just a thing . when people's feelings end up imbued into an artwork , then sometimes , it can seem like it's come to life ... ' from the likes of the snow queen and idea to insomnia and argentine , he had experienced it over and over by now --- artworks that seemed to be alive , that birthed all sorts of thoughts and feelings of their own , in tandem with the past's . if nothing else , there were his own father's precious words : ' magic is born out of people's hearts ... or at least , that's how it's supposed to work where i'm from . if something like a portrait really does end up having a mind of its own , isn't it only because someone else gave those feelings to them ? '

the flower trades between their hands , and he smiles . it was the first time too that anybody had ever gasped like that called him --- not just his other , but even him in tandem , amazing . the immediate leap of his heart once more morphs him ; he stares at the passing setting with his own mesmerized wonder . a red dress and a yellow flower , as well as the deep , deep black of live soot in a dim , elegant room --- everything was beautiful , and he indulges for as long as he can . ' meaning ... ' never once had he thought of it in that way . after all , someone like him was controlled so expressly by his most natural feelings , that if there had ever been any sort of meanings , then they had likewise been carried and wholly believed in as unconsciously as the rest . still , wouldn't it have been nice to give meaning to anything that had been decided meaningless by others ? the thought's cut short as kate continues --- it's encouraging , it's a little embarrassing , but her faith and confidence , even her awkward shyness and incredible request , sends his heart immediately into his throat and transforms him again .

' are --- are you sure ?! nobody's ever asked that before , and anyways i ... ' he wanted to paint this scene . the one that he had memorized , of kate and the flower , a sight that would surely haunt him in flashes , memory and its sentimental twinges making every shape and color all that much more rich and luxurious after its steeping . head shakes at the trailing , throwaway end of his words --- ' i mean , if it's really okay , then yes , ' his eyes pinch as elation fills every inch of his expression , ' i'd love to show you my art . '

taking her into someone else's too was little trouble , and when he finally remembers how to walk and move --- ( don't just stand there grinning , you idiot , or i'll take over and take kate in myself ! ) kate's already buzzed and hurried about the room . his arms open out to her , more than somewhat shyly . if he wasn't careful , his heart would ... no , it would be fine --- he could at least control himself this much when it mattered ! and no matter how afraid he was of the idea , she wouldn't think he was gross or a creep for having to touch her just a little bit , right ?!

' please ... excuse me , ' he shuts his eyes even as he can feel dark grinning , pushing on his back , sallying their arms forth in order to gently lift kate , depositing her --- through the frame , into its field ; yet another world , guided and allowed by the magic of the black wings . ' i should stay on this side to be able to bring you back once you're finished , but how is it ? '

even from here , the caressing winds , the field of flowers and sun-lit wheat stretching on for miles without a single building or live soul in sight seemed to be the epitome of freedom . even if it was an oil-lamp lit dusk-night within the manor , it still seemed bright and sunny day within the portrait . was it warm , then ? just as comfortable and faint-scented as it looked ? ' ... if you ask me , i think it's a really nice painting . i only wonder where it's supposed to be --- if anywhere , really . '

ㅤㅤ" WHEN you put it that way, it gives Kate the impression that the paintings have a mind of their own ... " Following that logic, paintings were then essentially the physical manifestation of an artist's mind but how these two were able to interact with a painting was a mystery in itself. No matter the method, the clues seemed to point entirely to Dark who appeared to be the anomaly in this entire situation. It was his only form that was capable of utilizing these abilities after all. So, that would mean Daisuke was the original host of this body and Dark was the true identity of the curse ? Even if that was the case, the idea that Dark was a separate entity felt oddly ... wrong. Were they the same person then ?

ㅤㅤHer mind suddenly flashed back to the concept of unification; the physical and mental union between a shadow and a human but if the circumstances were such then neither Dark or Daisuke would've existed as separate individuals. Perhaps she could ask more about it later. It felt rather inane to compare the rules of the Shadows House to humans from entirely different worlds.

ㅤㅤShe nodded and trailed after Daisuke to witness their abilities first-hand but she couldn't help but notice how suddenly his body had transformed. From the looks of it, he couldn't exactly control his transformation either. Their existences must've been a bit unstable if they were constantly switching back and forth but what was the trigger ? Was it based on their emotions ?

ㅤㅤKate gazed expectantly towards the painting of the meadow, attempting to gauge for any sign of magic of some sort but to no avail -- that is until Daisuke effortlessly reached in to pull out ... a flower. She gasped in disbelief at the sight of the flower and carefully took it into her hands for any signs of superficiality but ... it was essentially lifelike. " ... Kate is amazed. To any other person, the painting is simply a beautiful accent to the room but in your hands, there's life -- perhaps meaning that can be brought forth. " She cautiously reached towards the painting in attempt to touch it herself but it was nothing more than a mere surface for her soot to be smeared on. She drew her hand back with a frown, deciding to leave it alone for now. Kate eventually returned her attention towards Daisuke and shook her head. " Kate understands you just fine. So in short, the artworks need to depict where your destination is ? The logic seems reasonable enough. Kate is certain that if you keep practicing, you'll eventually be able to reach the places you desire with ease. After all, you love art, don't you ? Kate is confident that passion will pay off with enough time and effort. " She found herself lowering her head towards the flower and awkwardly began to fidget with its petals. " ... And, if it means anything, Kate is already quite fond of the drawing you gave her so ... she would enjoy the idea of seeing more of your art in the future. If ... you'd be willing to show Kate, of course. " Even if his skills were at the level of an amateur, the amount of thought and care he put into his paintings was honestly quite endearing and not to mention, he had quite the adorable artstyle so she was rather eager to see more. Kate wasn't much of an artist herself anyways so there wasn't a whole lot for her to judge so as long as she cast aside her own pretentious standards. ( still, it must've been difficult living with a curse that required some form of application to the arts ).

ㅤㅤ" ... Huh ? " Her mind had buffered until she suddenly realized that Daisuke actually made her an offer to take her ... inside the painting ?! " Y - you can take Kate inside the painting ... ?! Kate was actually going to ask about that but she was convinced you were the only one able to go through them ... " She appeared hesitant, uncertain if going on an adventure right now was a good idea ( what if someone came looking for her ? ). But ... this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity ! Perhaps there was no time like now to take this chance !

ㅤㅤKate glanced around the room in a panic, seemingly indecisive about her next move before finally settling with finding the nearest parchment and pen. She scribbled down a quick note for Emilico, just in case she returned before Kate did and left it on the table before returning back to Daisuke -- that is, until she recalled the flower in her hand. She froze, contemplating what she should do with it for a moment before disappearing off into the other room. After some rummaging and the squeak of a faucet, she came out with a miniature vase filled with water and promptly housed the flower before stepping back to admire her handiwork. This time, she was set.

ㅤㅤ" ... Kate gives her apologies. " She finally made her way back over to Daisuke. " If it's alright with you ... Kate would like to experience it for herself. "

[sunhated-a]

💐 from yoriichi hehe....

How  strange  it  was,  that  the  night  that  once  brought  him  fear  and  discomfort  had  now  become  his  kingdom.  He  had  been  its  master  for  centuries,  and  yet  cold  moonless  nights  still  left  him  ill  at  ease.  Or,  perhaps  it  had  been  his  choice  of  company,  Muzan  was  still  unsure.

  But,  in  that  moment,  the  fear  of  death  had  been  the  furthest  thing  from  his  mind.  Not  while  his  attention  fell  entirely  upon  the  bouquet  of  flowers  in  Yoriichi's  grasp.  They  were  beyond  beautiful  as  they  rest  in  Yoriichi's  arms,  with  petals  practically  glimmering  a  thousand  different  colors.  Muzan  couldn't  help  but  admire  them  with  a  bit  of  envy.

  He  knew  even  without  asking,  those  were  for  Uta.  He  remembered  that  much.  As  night  had  freshly  fallen,  the  demon  caught  a  glimpse  of  Yoriichi  picking  them  himself.  At  times,  Muzan  couldn't  comprehend  it.  No  matter  how  he  tried,  he  could  not  understand  how  both  immense  power  and  gentleness  could  coexist  in  a  single  body,  in  a  single  man.

  Yoriichi  silences  his  thoughts  with  a  single  gesture,  when  he  plucks  one  of  the  flowers  and  offers  it  to  him.  An  act  of  mercy  and  infinite  patience,  genuine  kindness.  One  that  Muzan  accepts,  gently  taking  the  flower  from  Yoriichi's  grasp.

  "  I  could  have  picked  one  myself,  if  I  had  wanted  to.  "

  An  empty  bluff,  obvious  to  all  who  saw  how  close  to  his  heart  he  held  the  flower.

  "...  But  you  saved  me  the  trouble.  So..  Thank  you."

[searunes]

tag drop: SENGOKU.

Sengoku ( general )

Sengoku ( visage )

Sengoku ( IC )

Sengoku ( headcanon )

Sengoku ( aesthetic )

Sengoku ( musings )

Sengoku ( loved ones )

( ch. garp )

( ch. tsuru )

( ch. rosinante )

( ch. drake )

( ch. law )

( ch. kaichi )

[nanaosaki3940]

My Fav Shoujo-Josei Manga Recommendation

Currently, I've indulged myself in Korean manhwa/webtoon, so I decided to go back and read some Japanese manga for a change. And I highly recommend checking them out since these are some of my favorites. Most of them are pretty new, and it wasn't that long before they started serializing in various shoujo/josei magazines.

(Some of them are ongoing, and some have come to completion)

Veil Museru Kurai no Ai o Ageru (Choking on Love)

Firefly Wedding (Hotaru no Yomeiri) Kimi no Yokogao wo Miteita (Looking at Your Profile)

Nijuu to Seijuu (20 and The Beast) Fundari, Kettari, Aishitari

Damenzukon Kono Kekkonha Out Desuka (Getting Married To a Good-For-Nothing -Would This Marriage Work?) Hananoi-kun to Koi no Yamai (A Condition Called Love)

Unmei no Hito ni Deau Hanashi (How I Met My Soulmate) Shujinkou Nikki (Heroine's Love Diary)

Tonari no Stella (Stella Next To Me) Hikaeme ni Itte mo, Kore wa Ai (Love, That's an Understatement)

Kawaii Nante Kiitenai!! (You're My Cutie) Futarijime Romantic

Kimi to Barairo no Hibi Uruwashi no Yoi no Tsuki (In the Clear Moonlit Dusk)

Higashi Sengoku-san no Make-up Doll (Make Up For You) Isso Anata ga Todome wo Sashite

Gomen ne, Hatsukoi (I'm sorry, First Love) Kekkon Yoteibi (Date of Marriage)

Chorokute Kawaii Kimi ga Suki (I love you, my naive sweetheart!) Narita-kun wo Semetai!!

Dose Koi Shite Shimaunda (Anyway, I'm Falling in Love With You) Studio Cabana

A Sign of Affection (Yubisaki to Renren) Yakuza Fiancé: Raise wa Tanin ga Ii (I'd Prefer It If We're Strangers in Our Next Life)

Anata ga shitekurenakute mo (Even if you don't do it) It Takes More than a Pretty Face to Fall in Love (Kao Dake ja Suki ni Narimasen)

Moekare wa Orenji-iro (My Boyfriend in Orange) Na no ni, Chigira-kun ga Amasugiru (And Yet, You Are So Sweet)

Hayaku Shitai Futari (Let's do it already) Daifuku-chan to Ouji-sama (Daifuku-chan and the Prince)

Koiseyo Mayakashi Tenshi-domo (Fall in Love False Angels) Killing Line

Rinko-chan to Himosugara Koi Wazurai no Ellie (Lovesick Ellie)

Pink to Habanero (Pink and Habanero) Honey Lemon Soda

Loving Yamada at Lv999 (Yamada-kun to Lv999 no Koi wo Suru) The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague

Kusuriya no Hitorigoto (The Apothecary Diaries) Skip and Loafer

[rcdhotnight]

He was in foreign lands. In the heart of dangerous territory where he would be put to the sword. Least is what should have happened. He stood there with his legs crossed in whatever garbs he had on him surviving his attack.

He was silent since he was brought back. No doubt with his eyepatch and all. He cut the intimidating appearance. With the ladies no less. But he did nothing to cause them undue stress. He did comply with them quietly as they tended to him. Now things would change when Noriko came to see to his injuries personally.

He did as he was told when Noriko did her rounds to treat his wounds. He could only meet Noriko at where he assumed their eyes would met. He wondered what sort of deal went with this woman of snow white hair. Dante kept his eyes on her. He didn't say much else but his body was still open for Noriko to look him over as she deemed necessary.

♬ @rcdhotnight - sengoku

"your wounds are healing nicely, senshi-san." the woman with the blindfold spoke as she knelt over the wounded, one eyed warrior. he was a foreigner. not of these lands. her clan had found him bleeding out on their lands and brought him back. of course, the others wished things of this foreigner, for they did not like him. noriko's ladies had cared for him before taking it over. why? she had her reasons. maybe he needed someone to actually care for him? instead of women who were scared.

"try not to do things that may open them, yes?"