#back alley alliance

[studentofetherium]

Satsuki is distressed that her girlfriend is hitting on Sakura

[fukinkitty]

back alley alliance more like. uhhmmm um back alley lesbians idk :[

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Considering (as far as I'm aware) we never see it in canon, a fic about Sion and Satsuki meeting and forming the Back Alley Alliance would be cool

Good for them

[freshfreshsalad]

[studentofetherium]

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Something with the Back Alley Alliance (yes, all three of them, and yes, they must be poly)!

Melty blood time!

Edit: now with a fill!

[freshfreshsalad]

[typemoonconfessions]

[gonzodangerfeels]

Praise be thanks to the algorithm which chooses which picture to show me when I hover and lock the start button

[studentofetherium]

YEAH YEAH YEAH. genuinely life-changing, unquestionably the best thing to come out of the company

like the kiss is cool and all but there's so much more going on. Melty Blood X was super Satsuki-focused so this focuses more on the other two. Ries is more minor than Sion but what she gets is great and Sion's arc is so good that it can effectively be the end for these three if we never get another story focusing on them. their best possible future is the one where they're together. it's perfect

The Melty Blood Back Alley Alliance Nightmare manga is probably my favorite thing Type-Moon has produced. Everyone should read it immediately

[jakeromanoart]

ALLEY ALLIANCE 🐈 this year’s halloween collab with @comicspasta (her lines my color) ✨ available as a print here this will be the 6th jake/pasta halloween collab ⚡ first one was back in 2019 before we were dating and this year we got married 💗

"your jacket is worn ragged from years of keeping you safe, and all the souvenirs you can’t seem to let go of are weighing you down. dirty puddles collect on the asphalt of the alley, reflecting red-tinged moonlight. it’s hard to find a living creature out of doors these days. it’s even harder to find a friend. Maybe that’s why, when the three-eyed alley cat paused to look your way, you held its gaze. maybe that’s why when it moved on, you followed. maybe that’s why you ignored the warnings. maybe it’s the best choice you’ll ever make."

[circinuus]

wardance, romance, and neutron bombs

jing yuan x nameless! reader. 1k words

crisis diverted and peace retrieved, the general caught you running around luofu catching the dust that settles.

the luminary wardance was an eventful experience.

the exhilaration of reclaimed peace keeps everyone afloat as much as how the loss weighs them an anchor. for you, a Nameless, it’s only natural to do what you can to help in these precarious times!

returning lost packages in stargazer navalia. passing by the seat of divine foresight and hope to meet general jing yuan. finding depressed broken cycranes in the exalting sanctum. checking general jing yuan-recommended puffergoat milk in aurum alley. throwing away suspicious package littering the starskiff haven. stare at the sky and imagine general jing yuan’s eyes-

“fudge! son of a!—“

“ah, careful, there.”

“—n-nice beautiful man..??!”

your voice chokes like a fish gasping on land. a warm hand steadies the box in your hands, the other keeps your waist still from a doom dive the viridescent stairs.

“i see you have been busy. luofu is truly blessed to have your assistance. but please, don’t let yourself get injured.”

there’s only one person with that kind of gentle voice. and it’s— it’s—

“has someone been asking you to do these errands?”

a petal from the ambrosial arbor drifts upon his face. you see forsythia as you gaze into the gentle, golden irises of the sleepy general.

in flesh. oh. in flesh?

(ahh. he’s truly, verily prepossessing. his arms are very secure. with the kind of gentleness that evokes the desire of domesticity.)

(can’t you just marry him, actually? who cares about trailblazing?)

“(Name)?”

“yes!”

jing yuan takes a step forward in worry when you jerk backwards, though your feet landed in the good fortune of a steady staircase this time. you miss the general’s safe arms as quick as how your common sense dictated you to not exploit the close proximity. but for your dignity, at least, you attempt to paint what you hope a thoroughly normal, reasonably reserved smile.

well, you failed, simply.

“general! thank you! i didn’t expect to see you here! erm, sir!” your palms are clammy against the cardboard box. “and no one forced me, if you still ask. i’m just doing it.. in the name of the wedding— err... the Nameless.. trailblaze, yes. that. haha..”

the general gives you a closed eye smile. (and a preceding single raise of brow. but you turned a blind eye and refuse to think that the general has noticed your battered dignity).

“haha, aren’t you a sprightly little sparrow?” he lets out a loose chuckle, and you think you can die happy, anyway. “things have quieted down. i reckon a stroll will be prudent to see how everyone fares.”

“a stroll?”

“a stroll, yes.”

…

“r-right! a small break, and to oversee how everyone holds. a pleasure to cross paths here, sir!”

jing yuan shakes his head with amusement, “could I trouble you by joining you for a moment, (Name)? allow me to extend my gratitude on behalf of all luofu. the alliance is the astral express’ ally. you’ve done more than enough.”

a sudden formal words of appreciation!

“y-yes of course!” you scratch the back of your head, “it’s.. i’ll be sure to relay the words to everyone. thank you, general.”

ah.

you wished the general would have opted to pat your head instead. the mole on his cheek seemed more vivid when he speaks. or is it his golden eyes? his pretty laugh?

laugh?

when your eyes refocused, the laugh is, in fact, sourced from the man perpetually orbiting your waking dreams.

“no need to be so stiff, (Name). there will be no more duties pushed upon you.”

“i-i don’t mind. ready on standby, general!”

“is that so?” jing yuan, at this point perpetually delighted by whatever you do, leisurely strolls along beside you, mouth curled in an easy curve. “when you are free, could you please spend some time sparring with yanqing?"

“if general thinks i’m capable, then yes, general!”

“ah, speaking of... the teahouse sent over a collection of new releases from immortal’s delight. i can’t finish the batches of tea, but didn’t want to refuse the teahouse’s goodwill...”

“i will head over as soon as possible to help, general!”

“on that note, I wonder whether you have the time for another game of xianzhou starchess as well?”

“yes! yes! I will not waste your past teachings. anything for you, general!”

“then, what of staying in luofu with me?”

you almost repeat a nod in obeisance. but the brain sooner short circuits before it processes the last clause of his proposal.

proposal.

proposal…

system hours slow down. you can hear the drop of a coin from the shop across the streets. witness the creation of the universe, the cosmic ripples from carcasses of dead aeons, the thread of fate dictating the universe. what did he say again?

soberness arrive in the form of warmth on your shoulder.

“apologies, (Name). I jest in good nature.” jing yuan starts, “I know the path of trailblaze entails tracing the vast universe’s untouched trails. and I know that spirit burns bright within you. who am I to tie down a sparrow bound to the skies?”

you were almost that close to pipe a, “who cares! it’s you!”

alas. rejoice that the spirit of akivili slapped your brain in time to force a polite cough from your throat.

"well," you shift in your feet, half in mourning for the inevitable parting and half in lighthearted giddiness. “we can always visit luofu, and you are welcome to the express, too, general.”

jing yuan hums, content watching the bustling shops and streets. “that I am very grateful for your kind welcome.”

colored in his tone, painted in the subtle visage, you can hear a mix—although not potent—of melancholic acceptance. jing yuan is a man who has made terms with too many losses and enough unattainable dreams. you have talked of how his childhood dream as a galaxy ranger who roams the universe, of a shadow of an old friend when he sees dan heng, of the foxian nameless who left naught but a name. all the moments, with his distant expression, he eventually disregards in one same breath.

he seems to notice your gaze, as he looks back to you with an inquisitive tone, (and if he had worn the same distant, longing expression at your person, you never caught it, and jing yuan knows best to not let himself linger).

“—(Name)?”

“uh? sorry?”

that placating face marks another gentle, slightly charmed smile, “unfortunately, I think I’ve cut you off long enough from your agenda today. what were you doing?”

the spotlight is suddenly pressed on the box in your hands.

“oh, right, it’s nothing, general.” you readjust the cardboard cube.

“I found a bomb and it marked my bio sensors. something about exploding if I’m out of its proximity.”

“pardon me?”

this was supposed to be crack but please ignore the cringe either way. it’s from an actual quest if anyone wants extra jades and jy content!

[studentofetherium]

Satsuki Yumizuka is the normalest girl in the world and that's what makes her so special

[studentofetherium]

and after you read AACC, you should also read Melty Blood X and Back Alley Alliance Nightmare, the latter of which has a lesbian kiss! (not featuring Satsuki, but the other two girls in her polycule)

two qeustion 1. why is everyone hype for this tsukihime thing

and 2. is this girly in it because i need more of her

1. well other than tsukihime being great and also nasu's first visual novel, he confirmed that he's been working on a remake since 2008, with it leading it to the first two routes being released since 2021 (if i remember well) but only in japanese, now it's getting an english translation during 2024 which is the thing that everyone's talking about. it's also a huge deal due setting a nice example to potentially start having more and more visual novels localised with official english translations. try reading the original tsukihime btw, it's so so so worth it and probably the remake will hit even better if you end up liking it

2. YES ♡ sacchin didn't get to have her own route in the original tsukihime, but this time around she will so, she's surely gonna be more included in the story, tho if you'd like to see more content of her in general, i would suggest you play melty blood actress again

[leiyanzyves]

"Blades and Shadows"

Katarina x f! reader — arcane

Synopsis: In the toxic depths of Zaun, Katarina teams up with a cunning informant to eliminate a chem-baron threatening Noxus' plans. Their uneasy alliance grows amid danger, but after the mission's bloody end, Katarina vanishes without a word, leaving only memories in her wake.

Author's note: This is the very first story that I wrote, so please bare with me. English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if this isn't perfect.

The air in Zaun was thick and suffocating, saturated with the smog of industry and the sharp tang of chemicals. Katarina du Couteau had always hated this city. Its twisting streets and narrow alleys reeked of desperation and danger. It was a far cry from the calculated chaos of Noxus. But this time, her mission brought her here, and she had no choice but to endure the city’s suffocating embrace.

Her target was a chem-baron—a petty tyrant who had made the mistake of opposing Noxus' expansion into Zaun. He was hiding somewhere in the underbelly of the city, protected by his lackeys and the labyrinthine layout of Zaun’s slums. Katarina had tracked him for days, but he was slippery, constantly moving from one hideout to another.

Tonight, her search brought her to a brothel on the edge of the Sump, a place where shadows lingered and secrets were traded like currency. It was the kind of place that thrived in Zaun, offering its patrons anonymity and indulgence in equal measure. Katarina slipped through the door, her red hair hidden beneath a dark hood, her daggers concealed but always within reach.

The interior was dimly lit, the air heavy with perfume and the low hum of conversation. She moved with purpose, her sharp green eyes scanning the room. The patrons barely noticed her; their attention was on the women and men who entertained them. But Katarina wasn’t here for pleasure.

“Looking for someone?” a voice asked, cutting through the haze of murmurs and laughter.

Katarina turned, her gaze locking onto you. You stood with an air of confidence, dressed in attire that clung to you like a second skin, designed to catch attention. But what struck her wasn’t your appearance—it was your eyes, sharp and calculating, a stark contrast to the practiced smile on your lips.

“That depends” Katarina replied, her tone measured. “Are you someone worth finding?”

Your smile widened, though your eyes remained wary. “That depends on what you’re looking for. Information costs extra, you know.”

Katarina chuckled, though there was no humor in it. “I’m looking for a chem-baron. He’s been hiding in places like this. You might’ve seen him—tall, greasy hair, a scar across his cheek.”

You leaned against the counter, studying her. She was out of place here, her every movement too precise, too deliberate. But there was something else about her, something dangerous.

“I might’ve seen him,” you said cautiously. “But if you want me to talk, you’ll have to make it worth my while.”

Katarina stepped closer, her presence commanding despite the casual way she moved. “And if I don’t have time for games?”

You tilted your head, your smile turning sly. “Then you’ll have to try and make me talk.”

The confrontation didn’t escalate into violence, though you weren’t sure it wouldn’t. Instead, Katarina followed you to a quiet corner of the brothel, where the noise of the main room faded into the background. You poured two glasses of cheap whiskey and slid one toward her.

“Before you start threatening me,” you began, taking a sip, “you should know that I’ve survived worse than a Noxian assassin.”

Katarina’s lips twitched into a smirk. “You’ve got sharp eyes. Most people don’t spot me so quickly.”

“Most people aren’t me,” you replied.

There was a beat of silence as the two of you sized each other up. Finally, Katarina leaned back, her fingers tracing the rim of her glass.

“You’ve seen him,” she said, her tone leaving no room for denial.

You nodded slowly. “He was here a few nights ago. Big spender. Flashy, loud, the type who thinks he’s untouchable. He left with some of the girls.”

“Where did he go?”

You hesitated, your gaze flickering toward the entrance as if you expected someone to overhear. “He mentioned a safehouse in the Sump. But I don’t know the exact location.”

Katarina’s eyes narrowed, her frustration evident. She hated loose ends.

“I could help you find it,” you added, your voice softer now.

Her gaze snapped to you, suspicion flaring. “Why would you help me?”

You shrugged, your smile returning. “Zaun’s better off without people like him. And besides, you intrigue me, Noxian.”

The partnership was uneasy at first. Katarina wasn’t used to working with anyone, especially someone who lived in a world as different as yours. But you proved resourceful, navigating the treacherous streets of Zaun with ease. You knew how to blend in, how to listen for whispers of information, how to avoid the chem-baron’s thugs.

Katarina, for her part, was a deadly shadow at your side. She didn’t trust easily, but as the nights wore on, she found herself relying on you more than she expected. There was something about you—your quick wit, your sharp tongue, the way you carried yourself with a confidence that belied the danger around you.

One night, as the two of you crouched in an alley, watching one of the chem-baron’s lackeys enter a rundown warehouse, Katarina broke the silence.

“Why do you stay here?” she asked, her voice low. “In Zaun, in a place like that brothel?”

You didn’t answer immediately, your gaze fixed on the warehouse. Finally, you said, “It’s all I’ve ever known. Zaun’s ugly, but it’s home. And the brothel… it’s survival. Better than starving in the streets.”

Katarina nodded, her expression unreadable. She understood survival better than most.

The night you found the chem-baron, everything went wrong.

The safehouse was heavily guarded, more than either of you had anticipated. The two of you managed to slip inside, but as you crept through the dimly lit corridors, a guard spotted you. The alarm was raised, and suddenly you were surrounded.

Katarina fought like a whirlwind, her daggers flashing as she cut down anyone who came too close. But there were too many, and even she couldn’t protect you from all of them.

You were cornered by one of the thugs, his knife glinting in the dim light. Panic surged through you, but before he could strike, Katarina was there, her dagger slicing through his throat.

“Stay close to me,” she snapped, her voice harsh but laced with concern.

The two of you fought your way to the chem-baron’s office, blood and chaos in your wake. When you finally burst through the door, the man was already scrambling for an escape.

Katarina didn’t hesitate. She threw one of her daggers, the blade burying itself in his back. He collapsed with a choked gasp, and just like that, it was over.

Afterward, the two of you stood in the ruins of the safehouse, bloodied and exhausted.

“You didn’t have to save me,” you said quietly, breaking the silence.

Katarina turned to you, her green eyes piercing. “You didn’t have to help me. But you did.”

For a moment, the distance between you seemed to dissolve. You stepped closer, your breath hitching as her gaze dropped to your lips.

Then, as if realizing what she was doing, Katarina pulled back.

“This isn’t a place for attachments,” she said, her voice cold.

You forced a smile, though it didn’t reach your eyes. “No, it’s not.”

Katarina left Zaun the next day. She didn’t say goodbye, but you hadn’t expected her to. People like her didn’t linger.

Still, you couldn’t forget her—the sharpness of her gaze, the way she moved, the fleeting moments of vulnerability she’d shown you. And though you tried to bury the memory of her, you found yourself looking toward the door of the brothel every night, wondering if she’d ever walk back in.

And she never came back.

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Scarab by StudentOfEtherium (@studentofetherium)

series: Tsukihime, Melty Blood, VesalBlood

pairing: Back Alley Alliance

characters: Sion, Satsuki, Riesbyfe

tags: AU, love confession

synopsis: Satsuki tries to confess her feelings.

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