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[ansmangacaps]

[sh0jun]

Ikemen Sengoku Modern AU

Boys as various university professors or teachers--

I'm not elaborating it much for now

Maybe there would be updates idk--

Oda forces

→ Nobunaga Oda (Academic Head/Economics teacher)

He's gonna have a separate drawer in his office FILLED with candies

That drawer has a lock on it all the time (he doesn't want Hideyoshi to find out about it)

→ Hideyoshi Toyotomi (history teacher)

Really looks up to the department head

Very patient with all the students and will help each and every single one of them :)

You'd see him in the halls A LOT

so be careful. If you get caught breaking the rules you WILL be lectured by him

He keeps a check on every teacher's health too- also he would tell you to take it easy if he sees that you're not well

Also pretty good at giving motivational speech

→ Mitsuhide Akechi (computer science)

Okay hear me out. This man will be GOOD with computers and technology.

The event stories prove it

He's the teacher you'll go to every time there's something wrong with your iPad

And he WILL tease you endlessly

→ Mitsunari Ishida (Maths teacher)

For obvious reasons.

Our clumsy but very smart angel.

He'll be very kind. And calmly teach you if you're having trouble with a math problem no matter how many times you come to him

But no matter what you do, you won't be able to get his attention if he's reading

The janitor has caught him several times in the library reading books in a secluded corner when it's late in the night

Librarians sometimes have to kick him out

→ Masamune Date (food tech)

Yes.

I think it's self explanatory (I don't have anything to say about him I'm sorry-)

You'd always. ALWAYS. catch him at the farmers market.

→ Ieyasu Tokugawa (Biology/ chemistry teacher)

Yes.

He knows his stuff when it comes to plant and medicine

He'd be very cranky if you come to his with a question but he will answer it in full detail

He does NOT like the math teacher

The math teacher and the physics teacher seem to constantly fawn over him which he does not enjoy.

→ Keiji Maeda (Drama/music teacher)

Pretty self explanatory this one.

He and the literature teacher are good friends :3

Best friends in fact.

He's the cheery teacher. Very enthusiastic.

→ Ranmaru Mori (teacher assistant)

The principal's assistant to be more specific

Running around doing errands for Nobunaga. Looks very cute and is very helpful

The students love him

Kasugayama forces

→ Kenshin Uesugi (specialist PE teacher/sports department head)

Martial arts. Fencing. Horse riding. Swimming. Sword fighting. You name it

This guys knows EVERYTHING

he trains students in these sports for competitions.

The group sports activities go to the other gym teacher

Very cold. And seems very rude and icy. But will teach you if you ask for his help

Also do NOT expect him to go easy on you

It's your first time learning judo? Will TOO bad. You will be thoroughly beaten up by this guy

→Shingen Takeda (DT/department head)

The hot teacher who's at the carpentry workshop

Many students attend the workshop JUST to see him

Very nice. Flirt to everything that breathes

Loves sweets just like the academics Department head.

But doesn't like Nobunaga at all

→Yukimura Sanada (PE teacher)

The worst PE teacher you'll ever have 💀

Doesn't know how to talk to students or teachers which result in him getting some pretty snarky comments

Is in charge of preparing sports teams for sports competitions

Does not like Kenshin's guys but has to put up with them

He's best friends with the physics teacher and they sometimes show experiments together (yuki is the lab rat of course)

→Sasuke Sarutoki (Physics teacher)

That fun physics teacher that shows experiments in the class

Uses memes in his lectures

All his lectures are extremely fun

The students are often confused as to how does he always has a straight face

The PE teacher is his guinea pig at times

The sports department head has some beef with him for some reason

→ Yoshimoto Imagawa (Arts teacher)

The guy LOVES art and appreciates it to his fullest

This job was MEANT for him

Will appreciate your art and also give you pointers if you ask for it

Very charming

Students fawn over him

Has a very soothing voice along with a pretty face

→ Kanetsugu Naoe (Literature teacher)

Teaches English along with Japanese

Very strict

He's pretty and has little fangs but the students are afraid of him

A very good teacher

But also does some very strict marking in tests

Do not try to fight with him cause he will point out all the grammatic errors

Lone forces

→ Kicho (linguistics teacher)

Teaches other foreign languages

Like French, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, German, arabic, Russian. You name it.

This guy is a genius

He and the computer tech teacher are cousins

Seems very tired always (cough blackholes cough)

→ Motonari Mouri (portugese teacher)

Yes.

No comment on him.

Those who know him well will probably get it.

Will teach you every single curse word there is >:D

→ Kennyo (History teacher/ religious studies)

He does not like how modern studies are taking over

No phones allowed in his class

Very calm but also hella intimidating

Uhhh- does not put up well with the Computer tech teacher's antiques

Usually eats alone outside with cats.

Animals love him <3

Mai

→ Mai Mitsuzaki (Textiles teacher)

Das right. Mah girl gets her own category

The most fashionable teacher on campus

Everyone loves her

Shingen, Masa and she are the DT trio

Will teach you all there is to know about clothes and fashion

Designs the best clothes

She should be a designer.

Tags: cause idk who wants to be tagged--

@ikesenanigans (we came up with these together<3)

@rubia8 @bakersgrief @nightvers @ginshoujo @y2ashlee

UHHHH IDK WHO ELSE :(

Anyways Enjoy :D

This is my first hc that i wrote--

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[nuttytani]

Very confused about why my old otome posts are gaining traction again. I suppose this is the time to actually introduce myself as there are some new faces here now.

Hello! My name is Tani, you may also call me tanuki. I've had this account on Tumblr since April 2020 and made good otome game friends thanks to Tumblr having group chats and then thanks to discord servers (you know who you are 🫵)

I started writing fanfiction all because of Mitsuhide from ikesen getting a route at last in the English version of the game. And well, the rest is history. By no means am I a good writer, although I'd like to believe that I'm much better at writing compared to when I first started! Other than writing, I make some silly memes and edits, mood boards or even post some art (which I don't do often on Tumblr, they're mostly on my Instagram).

These days, I'm more involved in fandoms other than otome games, mostly genshin impact and honkai star rail (cough cough especially a certain ship in genshin called zhongchi / tartali /zhongchili). 😅 I don't really use my Tumblr as often as I should be, I'm not a super active account.

But yeah! That's it. I'm just a silly uni student who is sleep deprived and has a love for 2D characters. I hope everyone so far who has followed me finds some sort of joy through whatever.... I share. Thank you to those who have left sweet and wonderful comments in the tags or reblogs. I read every single one of them, and they make my day, all the comments mean so much to me 💖😭

Sorry I'm not good at introductions 😅 but uh... Yeah! Enjoy your stay in my account and have a great day

[camuslittlesister]

From the OA Archives: A Very IkeSen Christmas

I can’t remember the exact prompt so I can’t tell if it was explicitly yume or I just thought it was hilarious to have the IkeSen meets Outlander vibe (I know they’re different centuries, my ancestors were there. If past lives are a thing I probably was there myself in a previous incarnation ☠️).

It’s safe for work. Mostly me teasing mummy Hideyoshi (I said what I said). Also, Saori is the name of the canon MC because I needed an excuse for…you’ll see 👀

It was my first Christmas in the Sengoku period. There were some Jesuit missionaries hidden somewhere in Japan, but having Nobunaga track one down for Midnight Mass was asking too much.

Everyone was already going out of their way to make it less hard for me to be not just 500 years into the past, but 500 years into the past of a country not my own. Not that being Roman Catholic in Elizabethan England would have been easier, but at least I’d have got some resemblance of my 21st century normality, with a banquet of roast game and a swishy velvet gown with fitted sleeves.

At least I was getting a Christmas tree. In fact, Nobunaga himself was overseeing the cutting of the tree for the hall. It all started a few days earlier, when Hideyoshi dropped by my room unannounced. I dried my tears and let him in, but couldn’t do much about hiding it, not to Azuchi’s mother hen at any rate.

Japan didn’t have the Gregorian calendar at the time, but the organiser in my bag reminded me it would have been the 3rd Sunday of Advent and I missed the unfunny memes about wearing pink on Gaudete Sunday that my friends would have shared on Twitter and I would have hated if I was there to see them.

The familiarity, even of something I found trite, made me feel really lonely, even if I was surrounded by people who welcomed me as one of their own (at least once they realised I wasn’t an assassin or a spy).

I confided in Hideyoshi, who stroke my head affectionately to try and soothe me, before declaring that Azuchi would have its first ever Christmas.

Not long after, Mitsunari knocked on my door, carrying paper and ink, ready to take notes about Christmas traditions. And that’s how we got to hanging things off a tree on the dais in the hall. We also handmade Christmas cards that Mitsuhide took to Kasugayama Castle, where Saori was now living with her Sengoku boyfriend, and Masamune was hard at work trying to replicate, as closely as possible, the panettone recipe handed down my family for generations.

Nobunaga looked on mildly amused as I directed his retainers with the strict professionalism of a decorator at Buckingham Palace and sung my favourite carols. What was left to do before Christmas Eve itself was buying presents. It has never been my favourite activity, but I wanted to show my appreciation to my new samurai family.

I had books ordered in town for Mitsunari and Ieyasu, sweets for Nobunaga that cost me more than the other presents put together (not surprising, coming from the poshest confectionery in the capital without Prime), a handmade book of recipes for Masamune, a fine scarf for Hideyoshi (because he’s always too busy worrying about everyone else to care about himself) and...also a scarf for Mitsuhide, because that’s one thing you buy when you don’t know what to buy to a man, and nobody uses ties.

I was getting ready for the Christmas Eve banquet when Ieyasu appeared outside my door, a frown on his face (not unusual, but it was a different kind of frown): “Give me your presents”. I knew better than to argue, and let him in to get the load, following him out.

His pet fawn Wasabi stood tethered to a cart already filled with packages, makeshift antlers on her head. I was surprised to see Ieyasu doing something he was adamant was “too ridiculous” just to “please some woman”.

“Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer...” I began singing on our way to the banquet, Ieyasu glaring at me. “All of the other reindeers...” two voices came from behind us. We both turned around full of disbelief: Mitsuhide was back, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Sasuke! Saori!” I threw myself in their arms for a group hug.

“We come bearing presents, but I’ve got the biggest of them all seeing that smile” there was only one man who’d come out with such cheesy lines and somehow make them sound appealing, and I realised they weren’t alone.

Yukimura rolled his eyes at Shingen’s greetings, Kenshin looked like he really didn’t want to be there, and Yoshimoto was just captivated by the festive atmosphere. “It’s like seeing the Christmas truce of 1914” I commented to Sasuke.

“We can play football in the morning” he laughed, our banter interrupted by Hideyoshi coming out of the hall to tell Ieyasu and me off for being outdoors so long.

He was both more, and less, angry when he saw that Saori was there, and we made our way inside. Masamune had cooked enough to feed the unexpected guests and, even though it was a new place with different people, it truly felt like a family Christmas, and I even managed to get a kiss under the mistletoe for the very first time.

Thank you for reading. Merry Christmas if you celebrate 🎄

[traditional-with-a-twist]

[kasaiumbra]

Samurai Warriors 4-2

“ Akechi Mitsuhide “

[amenomiko]

Lords, visiting a random shop in the future.

Mitsunari: MC, What is this?

MC: Oh it means "No Pets Allowed."

Mitsuhide: I see...

Also Mitsuhide: Stay here and wait for us okay, Hideyoshi (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)?

Hideyoshi: Mitsuhide... Why you ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ..

Mitsuhide: Am I wrong, Lord Nobunaga?

Nobunaga: *Didn't say anything, only stares back at Hideyoshi*

Hideyoshi: ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ.. OAO! WOOF OAO!

MC: What in the tarnation of monkey farm ಠ_ಠ--

----

Meanwhile Kenshin: You heard her. Now all of you stay outside.

Kanetsugu: *Instantly kneel down* Yes, I will do as your command, My Lord.

Shingen: Rude 😒.

Yukimura: ಠ_ಠ...

Sasuke: *Places 'Am I a Joke to You' meme on his face*

Yoshimoto: *MIA because he was distracted by a nearby sexy lingerie shop, thinking it was a 'work of art'.*

Meanwhile, Motonari and Kicho:

Kicho: Stay put, understood?

Motonari: What are you implyin' you *beep* Butterfly? I'm gonna shove your *beep* with *beep*ing *beep* and *BeeeeeeePppppp*

Kicho: Hello, Wildlife Rescue? Ah yes, there's a wild animal escaped into a mall in xxx street.

Motonari: YOU *BEEEP* ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨!!!!!

[lorei-writes]

Match-Up #29

Hello, @spoopy-fish-writes​​ ! You chose left, so your match-up goes first, ha! Nobody expected a match-up like so, it’s... Like a Spanish Inquisition meme?

[Lorei from the future: This had some plot twists, huh].

Whew, where do I even begin!

Being a quick learner and overall, adapting to new situations well would be especially appreciated by more so lively and adventurous warlords, I suppose. Their partner would, in my opinion, downright need to have this quality, for the safety of the both of them... Or well, it would at the very least be preferable. Oh, yes, let’s not forget about warlords who have kidnapped their lover at least once. You know, it happens.

Nobunaga (+1) Mitsuhide (+1) Masamune (+1) Kenshin (+1) Shingen (+1)

Smart, ha! A treat for those who do enjoy a nice chat. I think it would be especially appreciated by warlords who enjoy to be intellectually stimulated more so than others.

Nobunaga (+1) Mitsuhide (+1) Mitsunari (+1) Masamune (+1) Shingen (+1)

Confident in your abilities, but not so much in yourself? Hmm... I suppose it is a good tool against over-confidence, something that could be well-prised by warlords living more so on the edge of things, always needing to make sure their next move won’t bring doom upon them. I think it could be taken as a sign of being reasonable? Some also could understand it quite well, hmm...

Mitsuhide (+1) Hideyoshi (+1) Mitsunari (+1) Shingen (+1)

Let’s consider the last two points together - being good at keeping your emotions in check and being loyal, trustworthy. The first one would be most likely equally appreciated by all, but in combination with the latter... I think it could have a particularly soothing effect? Hmm... I’d look towards those who were betrayed once and struggle to trust again. I reckon they’d truly see the worth of such a quality. Perhaps also those who need to know they can fully believe somebody?

Nobunaga (+1) Mitsuhide (+1) Hideyoshi (+1) Ieyasu (+1) Masamune (+1) Kenshin (+1) Shingen (+1)

Oh, okay, a purge shall begin. Let’s start with can’t take care of yourself (please, drink some water before reading the remaining parts of the match-up) + little sense of self preservation.

Mitsuhide (+4) <- he can’t do that either. Too similar. Mitsunari (+2) <- he needs somebody to help him with the very same issue, so although he isn’t doing this willingly (...unlike Mitsuhide, since there is quite a difference in their approach...), it’s a no-no

In contrast to that, there are certain suitors who do remind their lover to take better care of themselves.

Hideyoshi (+1) Masamune (+1) Kenshin (+1)

Lacking empathy at times and struggling to connect... Well, I could see it as quite a problematic thing when dealing with tsundere-type characters. If there is some conflict, it generally can be resolved if at least one part has some insight on feelings. (Which, by the way, will set Kenshin and Nobunaga here - Kenshin drowns in his own feelings. Nobunaga? He is completely detached).

Nobunaga (-1) Ieyasu (-1) Yukimura (-1)

You... You put being impulsive in the flaws category, so I suppose you would not want for that to be amplified. Well, we all know what warlord I will need to boink over his head for doing just that, now, don’t we? Hmm... Perhaps warlords who could serve as a bit of safety brake could be a good choice?

Hideyoshi (+1) Masamune (-1) Kenshin (+1) Shingen (+1)

Holding grudges, being petty... Hmm... I think that perhaps a certain overzealous mother hen could trigger that quality. Perhaps a certain deceitful “I will lie to you” person too.

Hideyoshi (-1) Shingen (-1)

1st Summary:

Shingen (+4) Kenshin (+4) Hideyoshi (+3) Masamune (+3) Nobunaga (+2)

Points distributed for likes:

Nobunaga (+1) <- (+2) music, baking; (-1) animals (the hunting scene in his route) Ieyasu (+1) <- animals (all of them have some, but he did treat Wasabi) Masamune (+2) <- art, baking Shingen (+1) <- baking

Points distributed for dislikes:

Nobunaga (-1) <- he loves sugar, there may be a bit of around (technically you can pick stuff separately, but sometimes you may have to compromise and that’s not his strong side) Hideyoshi (-1) <- deadlines Ieyasu (+1) <- dislike for anything annoying (repetitive noises included) Shingen (-1) <- overly sweet food

2nd Summary:

Masamune (+5) Shingen (+4) Kenshin (+4) Hideyoshi (+2) Ieyasu (+2) Nobunaga (+2)

Only characters with positive value by their names will be considered in the final stages of the match-up. 

Hideyoshi (+2) - he has a habit of micro-managing others to a degree, so he may feel restrictive Kenshin (+4) - he is controlling at first. Surely, it changes later on in the route, but this being the dealbreaker... It would most likely prevent the relationship from ever starting. Nobunaga (+2) - he isn’t exactly keen on waiting at the beginning

Ieyasu (-1) <- he sometimes tells others not to do something and may appear patronising

Being unable to blush sounds quite lovely, honestly, although the underlying issue is not so nice. Let’s unite in the weird blood flow club, my blood pressure is sometimes so low the thing used to measuring it can’t detect it, haha. Maybe it’s a bit old too.

No points were distributed for wild cards.

Ahh, luckily, Nobunaga didn’t make it this far, haha.

Yes, yes! And now, the verdict time is upon you...

Final Ranking

Masamune (+5) Shingen (+4) Ieyasu (+1)

Masamune

Confessed first: Masamune. That being said, you were the one to explain to him how you define and perceive love, and it did take him a moment to wrap his head around the concept and understand it. Only then did he confess.

Makes tea in the morning: Masamune, unless he has just returned to the estate and, well, isn’t exactly in the shape to do that.

Hogs blankets at night: You. He’s like an oven, he won’t complain about this too much - but he will use it as a blackmail material later on and tease you lots.

Is the little spoon: Depends on how harsh the day was on each of you.

Possible points for conflict: Well, both of you have your own issues, neither being capable of taking good care of yourself. It may happen sometimes that, each equally exhausted, you will argue over who needs to rest. Other than that... He is not the most fluent in regards to his feelings, but he does get a grasp on them a little sooner than you. He is learning to slow down and accomodate for you better, but he does slip sometimes, even if just sometimes.

Free time ideas: Cooking lessons (+ baking together), playing with Shogetsu, re-organising the display of your art, going on a stroll, without any sense of direction, and just enjoying life.

Favourite date spot: Any place, as long as you can destress for a moment. He’s particularly found of locations when he can let his guard down for a moment.

A secret you share: He’s actually a worse baker than you and you’ve scolded him quite a lot when you first entered the kitchen together. Usually, he wouldn’t mind, but this experience... It did humble him a lot, his face having bloomed in a fashionable shade of tomato-red.

His favourite thing about you: Just one? He couldn’t pick even if he wanted. It’s just that... This “favourite” thing is everything, because of how it all comes together. He loves how reasonable you can stay, but also how this reason stops where trust and loyalty begins. He loves seeing your art, how passionate and knowledgeable you are - it is as if... There was always something to surprise him? Ah, and let’s not forget to your inability to blush - it is quite amusing when you’re so cutely embarrassed and yet, don’t look so at all. If he ever managed to get your face to heat up, he will take it as a point of pride.

His message to you: “You always amaze me, lass. Loyalty for loyalty, what do you say? I promise never to betray you or your trust... And not to limit you nor your desires.” “Huh? What do you mean why? Because you’re the most beautiful when you are yourself, of course.”

[datenoriko]

Wondering if I could request some reactionary Headcanons for the warlords where MC is a highly trained and skillful forensic scientist?

I’m so sorry this is waaaay overdue and writing-wise is still unsure of the style... I hope this one’s okay though~ TnT

p.s. I tried adding Kennyo & Motonari too, but brain won’t let me ><

p.s.s. Updated masterlist for my random shenanigans here!

*Every one of them thought MC would be scared of a dead body and multitudes of it on the battlefield and beyond it but...

ODA FORCES

Nobunaga

- “Huh, this fireball’s not afraid of the dead?” // “I examine them for a living.” Visibly impressed, a devilish smirk forms on his lips

- The Devil King is fascinated by you actively asking to take her to battles to study the bodies

- “Look at this! With that deep slice on his jugular vein, no wonder he’ll die pretty quickly due to all that blood loss.” // “On his what?” // “T-the blood vessel found on the neck, my lord.” // *is confused*

- Nobunaga considers this carefully and commissions the armour makers to improve their designs, and/or trade for more sturdy materials with the Portuguese (you know… aside trading for konpeito :3)

- Lets you examine more specimens to determine all possible deaths in battle, and then have it discussed at the next council. It’s a great help for them in terms of preparation & strategizing. After all, prevention and preparation is still much better!

Hideyoshi

- A worried mother hen as always, all he wanted is for you to stay away from the worst sights possible and definitely not going straight towards them! “What do I keep telling you?” // “Uh, stay away from the corpses…?”

- Just like how his lord would sneak away to have konpeito, you also tend to get around stealthily just to study “them”

- Being a highly observation person due to your work, you even know which wooden floor in Azuchi will make a creaking sound and by instinct you will avoid it

- But Mamayoshi is just as observant as you are, and he caught you one night

- “I know you were once this ‘forensic expert’ from where you came from, but you are a princess now and must behave like one!” Legend has it that the lecture continues...  

Mitsuhide

- Ah, he loves asking for your suggestions on how to get away with murder treason!

- I mean, he’s surely an expert but an additional piece of advice his little mouse wouldn’t hurt, right?

- “This place’s almost clean, I’d say.” // “’Almost’, little mouse? It scares me so that you have trained eyes for such matters. // “Is that a compliment? Anyway, I saw a strand of hair near the sliding door... and its color is much similar to yours. Care to explain?”

- Now he’s more careful than ever to leave any trace, knowing you can find him even with the smallest of clues

- The tables have turned for him after such a long time of being a sneaky fox

Masamune

- Oh boy, make sure you won’t overwork yourself by being with this man, being a battle-loving man that he is (meaning, more bodies and scenes to check out)

- At the same time, he finds it amusing that you proactively ask him to take you to his trips, campaigns and whatnots

- “It really is fun having you around, lass! Or should I say ‘partner’?” // “Damn straight, partner… now, let’s solve this case!” Cat-like grin commences for you two

- He sees you having fun hanging out at the scouts’ camp, chatting about experiences in the battlefield. your eyes would glimmer the more explicit they describe it. Creepy? Maybe a little, but at least he sees you happy about it… right?

- The One-Eyed Dragon will find this unusual, sure, but it certainly makes him want to know you more

Ieyasu

- Did he care at first? No, not really. He just wanted no involvement at first and to be left on his room alone, reading or eating extra-spicy food

- However, Yatsun gets curious when he finds you taking a peek at his medicinal work on a man he is a bit late to save :(

- “What are you doing here? You better not get in the way.” // “Oh no, poor man though… what’s the cause?” // “I am yet to find that out, if you’ll excuse me,---” // “Can I take a look?”

- He tries to pry you away from the room but being already in and touching the body leaves him no choice but to keep a close eye on you, making sure you’re not doing anything daft.

- “Huh, not bad.” Ieyasu says as you were able to identify the cause of death, deep inside he’s amazed of course. Later on he would let you join him in his post-mortem activities if the schedule allows to, but still keeping an eye on you to prevent any mishaps from happening

Mitsunari

- “Wow, MC-sama is unfazed as we all are in the battlefield! You truly are an amazing woman.” Did you see that sunny smile on his face as he says it???

- Your logical explanation as to identifying one’s death baffles the force’s cinnamon roll (because of the jargon used), otherwise it fascinates him

- Well, he’s never seen a woman who’s into dead bodies work-wise!

- Like some other warlords, he would ask you for advice when making strategies for the next battle

- When you went to his room one time to borrow a book, the first thing you said was “Am I in a crime scene?” when seeing piles of books around, untouched food and seeing a man unmoved in the middle of the room, reading and not even sensing your presence. “Ah no, just a normal room. I see.”

Ranmaru

- While in an errand, he sees you one day looking at a dead body about to be taken away. He is worried that the view might traumatize you for life… in the back of his mind he already has a plan to take you to a sweets shop and let you gorge in manjuu for the rest of the day

- “MC-sama, are you alright? You look shocked.” // “Yeah, I mean it looks to me that someone killed him when everybody says the opposite! I wanted to look into this so badly…” // “My apologies, but… what?”

- Of course it is never the answer he expected, but when you plead to help him solve it, this page is more than willing to do so

- Now both of you are going around the town looking for clues and asking who you think are involved; partners-in-crime!

- You did get to gorge on manjuu (and tea, lots of it) with Ranmaru when the case is solved!

UESUGI-TAKEDA FORCES

Kenshin

- Oh boy, make sure you won’t overwork yourself by being with this man, being a battle-loving man that he is pt.2

- “How dare you try to even speak with MC; draw your swords. Now.” // “Kenshin-sama, even if I’m used to seeing the deceased, please don’t do that. You’re scaring your own men!”

- He has little to no problem in taking her along to the battlefield, too! One more way to keep her in sight at all times

- Sometimes when you two are drinking and think he had too much you just had to stop him, to his slight annoyance. You have seen many deaths due to alcohol poisoning and definitely wouldn’t want him to be in the list… Bunshin Lord Kenshin appreciates the thought though

- Like Nobunaga, he allows you to do some research on the dead bodies, anything useful for the ongoing war

Shingen

- How can an angel such as you be associated with death and decay? He thinks

- But this daddy needs to accept the fact that you are quite comfortable around such! However once your investigation takes a scary turn expect him to nearby, comforting you with soothing words, or a hug… or eating sweet buns as many as you’d like to calm yourself down

- At first he is reluctant to let you get near the deceased, however whenever he sees your expression light up whenever he makes a cheesy comment (albeit in a rather awkward place) he thought of going along with it

- “Hm, this job of yours is unfitting in every way.” // “Oh yeah? How so?” // “You are brimming with life that I do think you are a goddess who descended upon us men.” // “Ah, here we go again…”

- You have to admit, his presence help you keep your sanity as you used to work alone for long periods of time

Yukimura

- “I thought you might be running away now once you see these.” // “As if they’ll chase me! Unless… are they still alive?” // “Weird woman…”

- This tsun does admire how brave you are after even making such joke

- Along with Sasuke, you three are pretty much effective when doing some investigation at the enemy’s base with you giving them (modern) tips of not getting caught. Unusual hiding spots? Hidden weapons? Suspicious people? All checked and cleared! 

- He has been doing that for a long while now, but hearing your strange ideas do sound plausible… especially when ninja friend is highly approving it

- If Sasuke trusts you, he surely starts to trust you (and your skills) too

Sasuke

- Once again, be paired up with Yuki and you three would make a great investigation/espionage team

- When investigating, you and memelord ninja are speaking to each other in partly jargon, partly heavily-memed language

- Possibly having watched and/or read crimes shows or movie you two are getting along so well

- “So here’s our undercover story: husband, wife and husband’s best friend---” // “Wait, do we get cool names too?!” // “Yeah, I’ll get to that part later… or I’ll do it now. Miyako, Tsune and Chozaburo; sounds cool?” // “Noice.”

- As the conversation continues, Yuki is left by himself to wonder how on earth did he get friends like you, shaking his head lightly as your talk no longer makes sense to him

Yoshimoto

- This beautiful mailman sees you one day sketching and as a man of the arts he comes over to look at what you’re drawing

- What he sees is a detailed sketch of a man, possibly a random person. The facial structure, features are all spot on! He is in full admiration mode

- “My, such a lovely piece you are making there. Has someone commissioned you to make him a portrait?” // “Actually Yoshimoto-san, I am making this to be posted around town. A wanted poster of some sorts… he’s a criminal.”

- You explained to him your job as a forensic artist, and he listens to every single word of it. Yoshimoto would find himself asking about your style of sketching as you continue drawing

- When the posters are up he is one of those people who would look at it for a long time; for him it’s not for memorizing the perp’s face, but simply to appreciate the art, fanning himself ever so gracefully

[nad-zeta]

May I get headcanons of Kenshin, Kennyo, Nobunaga, and Mitsuhide finding out MC is a widow? Back in feudal Japan it wasn’t permitted for widowed women to remarry, and it’s always interesting to see modern vs feudal culture clash. Love your stuff and happy belated Easter!

Hi, there love!Awwww you are such a sweetie pie, thank you so much for you kind words!  (✿◠‿◠) Thank you so much for the request and sorry for taking sooooo long to get to it! Hope you enjoy it dear and I hope you are staying safe and well! <3

Headcanon: Widow MC feat: Kenshin, Kennyo, Nobunaga, and Mitsuhide

Kenshin

Kenshin was ready to take the next step in your relationship

He loved you to bits, a well-known fact among the castle and its people

But this boi wanted to make thing official

Not many knew your secret

You had been married in the past to a wonderful man, who died early on in your marriage

You had loved your husband, and it took a whole lot of healing and time to get to the place where you are now

It was actually a bonding factor between you and Kenshin, the loss of a loved one

The two of you healed and worked through the grief together, Kenshin was always there to wipe away your tears and you were always there to chase away his demons

Kenshin lead you to a flower field one day and in the middle of the vast field filled with beautiful wildflowers a bunny hopped up to you.

As you crouched down to pet the cutie you noticed a ribbon tied around it front paw with something attached to it

You removed it and examined the ring, your eyes lit up, it was so beautiful

You held it out to show Kenshin who then smiled the most radiant smile at you while getting down on one knee

“My dearest little bunny, I know that we have both been hurt in the past, you have helped me heal and grow into a better person. You have made me happier than any war, pickled plums or sake ever could. Will you, please do me the honour of becoming my beautiful wife.”

You crouched down and hugged him peppering his face with kisses

That night Shingen confronted Kenshin about intending to marry a widowed woman. Shingen too adored you but the law strictly stated that a widowed woman was forbidden to remarry.

You had told Kenshin that in the future everything changed, and that woman had way more rights, one of which stated that they were in fact allowed to remarry, based on that sole fact Kenshin totally disregarded the rules.

He had lost the woman he loved before and he sure as hell wasn’t going to lose he now

Shingen being the only other person who that knew your secret, took it to the grave with him. 

It was far more important to see his 2 dearest friends happy

Nobunaga

Nobunaga found out pretty early on in your relationship

Like the first day, he called you to his room to try, and “Romance you.” ¬‿¬

As you were showing him all the proof that you were from the future, a picture of your husband dropped out of your wallet

He looked at it and waved it around “What is this fireball? are you a secret witch trapping the souls of men in the slither of paper.”  (ﾟ∀ﾟ)

You legit broke out laughing “No that’s called a photograph, now give it back its got sentimental value.” 

You had to explain the concept of photography to him, and after, you explained that the man in the picture used to be your husband before he passed away.

“well that a pity and here I thought I would be able to take you as my wife”  he said with the most teasing smirk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“And why can’t you exactly, not that I want to be married to you or anything, but just out of curiosity.”  (ー_ー)!!

He then went on to explain to you that in the past widowed woman were forbidden to remarry. Your eyes went wide. “Well that’s some patriarchal bullshit if I’ve ever heard any”

You then told him all about the future. The two of you spent the whole night chatting and discussing cultural differences between then and now

Flash forward to present day

Nobunaga loves his little fireball so freaken much, he decides to hell with the rules he wants to marry you and that’s that

He is determined to make you his wife.

You are the only woman who he deems worthy to rule by his side as his equal, as his queen

He proposes to you and you legit break out laughing “What happened to not being able to make me your wife.” 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ

He just pouted at your teasings

He then pulled you into his arms and kissed you, when he pulled away, he looked at you with pleasing eyes.

You gave him the biggest brightened smile and gave him a small kiss on the lips whispering that you would love nothing more than to marry him  (✿◠‿◠)

Mitsuhide

Oh how Mitsuhide loved you

You were his sun moon, stars, in fact, you were his whole universe

He sometimes tries to think back to life without you and just can’t picture it

The two of you have been playing pretend pretend fiances for a while now; however, sneki boi wanted to make it official

He had his group of spies bring Sasuke to his room for some friendly conversation, the meme lord, was super surprise when the kitsune had called him to his manor for advice on how to proposal and marriage traditions of the future

Mitshide hit the markets after his conversation with the friendly neighbourhood ninja, in search of the most perfect engagement ring for his most perfect little mouse  (✿◠‿◠)

All while this was unfolding you were busy having tea with some of your friends

You were surprised at the theme of the day’s gossip- you guessed it, widowed woman. You sat there in silence sipping on your tea not wanting to add anything to the conversation 

They gossiped about one of the younger maids who now was a widow, they spoke about her with pity and sadness. That’s when you found out that in this time period widowed women were not allowed to remarry

You head was in the clouds the rest of the day, you had told no one in this time period of your deceased husband

That night as you and Mitsu had settled into the futon, he held you in his arms while gently caressing your back with his fingertips

He kissed your nose and said that he wanted to ask you something

You looked up at him with big doe eyes

“Little mouse, I have already caught you in my arms never intending to let you go, however, I feel that its only right that I give you one more chance to escape the foxes den, my dearest little mouse will you marry me.”

He looked into your eyes and saw the emotions swirling around, fear, anxiety, and shame. “What is the matter, my dear little one.”

You burst out crying telling him all about your previous husband and the abusive marriage that you were in. You told him that you had also heard from the maids that she could not remarry ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

He kissed away your tears and nuzzled into your neck

“The real question my love is, whether or not you would like to marry me.”

You looked at him in shock and gave a small nod “Then we shall be married.”

You gave him the biggest brightest smile and kissed him

Mitsuhide didn’t care for rules or traditions all he knew was that he loves the little mouse in his arms and if she wanted to be with him then he would hold her tight and never let her go

Kennyo

One night while the two of you were snuggled up together next to the nice warm fireplace the topic of marriage came up

The two of you had been in a relationship for a while now, and Kennyo was crazy in love with you

You had pulled him out of the depths of hell back into the sunlight

You were a bit fidgety when the topic got brought up

Kennyo lifted your chin gently to look into your eyes

He could see something was troubling you

“Tell me what it is that is that is troubling you, my little flower, do you not want to get married one day.”

He gave you a soft tender gaze encouraging you to share with him the secret that is now haunting you

You told him about your previous marriage and that it had been a loveless arranged marriage. Your husband had passed a few years after you were married and you were now a widow 

You also told him that you had heard from the fellow monks that it was forbidden for a widowed woman to remarry

Kennyo tightened his grip on you enveloping you in the biggest warmest bear hug

The two of you spoke about the cultural differences of his time and yours.

Kennyo was already a disgraced monk, a monster, so to say he didn’t give a shit about some random laws would be an understatement. 

He took some small dainty flowers from the flower vase behind the two of you and weaved it into a ring. 

He then asked you to marry him “I know this is not much but one day when both of us is ready. I will buy you a real engagement ring.”

You smile and let him slip the ring on your ring finger

He then gave your hand a tender kiss where he has slipped on the ring

The two of you cuties spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms snuggled up in front of the fireplace

 I hope you enjoyed it, love! <3🔥

[sabraeal]

Rarely Pure & Never Simple, Chapter 7

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Obiyukiweek 2020, Day 4: Free Day

The air still smells like freesia and vanilla as Shirayuki returns from her shower, scrubbed clean and with the thinnest pajamas she can muster. Even now the heat’s starting to settle on her skin, turning her post-shower dew into regular summer sweat, and oh, she needs to get that fan oscillating stat, before she stews in her own juices like some Shirayuki-flavored pulled pork.

She settles on the bed, flapping out a hand to turn it on and--

Ugh, it’s just...pushing hot air around, at this point. Maybe if she’s sweats through another set of pajamas tonight, she’ll be able to convince Nanna she needs an AC unit in her window.

(Her room-- back when it was her mother’s-- had a unit, but after an unfortunate incident that involved her father, a thwarted clandestine encounter, and a hole in the garage roof, the replacement instead went into the kitchen, where it’s lived every summer until it malfunctioned and froze to the sill. Grandad’s replaced it since, but still-- it’s never returned to her window. Of all the sins of her mother Shirayuki’s had to answer for, this one is hands down the worst.

“Really?” Obi laughs, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt. She sees the barest hint of abdominals and suddenly, the orientation packet isn’t half as engaging as it was before. “Not the whole...’grandparents convinced their first great grandchild will pop out before graduation’ thing?”

“To be fair,” she manages, breath thin as the worn fabric drops back over her current distraction. “The point was pretty much moot until, um...”

Oh, that-- that grin is trouble. “Until you climbed on top of me and made me come hard enough to go blind?”

He really, really doesn’t need to say it like-- like that. “S-something like that.”)

She’s ready to just call it a day at this point-- and nearly does. Rolling up onto her side, she reaches for the cord to her lamp--

Buzz. Buzz.

Shirayuki blinks. That’s...that’s her phone.

She’s tempted to ignore it-- she does not need Kihal speculating about what her and Obi could get up to in the woods “all unsupervised” tomorrow, and Obi should still--

 9:12, her phone reads. His shift at the club is over, and by now he’s probably--

Home. Texting her. 

Shirayuki nearly drops her phone straight down the crack between her bed and nightstand, and oh jeez, it would be nice if she could just...calm down for once. Be cool.

It buzzes again. She yelps, trying to flick the screen on with a wild shake. She can save being cool for another day. One where she’s seen him more than once in two weeks.

hey, the text reads, nestled in its innocuous gray bubble, we should talk

Shirayuki experiences something that could medically be called an event. Is he upset? Has she done something--?

not a bad talk, he clarifies, just miss you

She rolls onto her back with a smile, thumbs poking at the screen to say, i miss you t--

mebbe a sexy talk tho ;3 i *rlly* miss u

:|

is that for the sexy or the bad grammar

Both.

She catches the call on the first ring, barely having time for a breath before Obi drawls, “You weren’t complaining about sexy things two weeks ago.”

With all the dignity of a mathlete champion, Shirayuki replies, “Hnn?”

(”Eek!” She yanks the controller up, to the side, anywhere that might help move her character away from giant beetle on the screen. “How do I--? Where do I--?”

Obi’s chest makes a hollow thunk when she rams into it. He coughs; it takes her a full, frantic second to realize it’s to cover a laugh.

“You know,” he murmurs, plucking the controller out of her hands, “joycons don’t have motion sensors.”

“I don’t know,” she returns primly, folding her legs back down over the edge of the bed. “And also you told me this game was easy.”

“Rune Factory is easy.” His mouth twitches. “Half the game is farming.”

“And the other half is fighting...whatever those things are.” She waves at the screen, scowling at the RETRY? stamped across it. “Which is hard.”

“It’s not,” He leans back, setting the controller on his nightstand. “You could even say...”

His arm hooks around her waist, dragging her on top of him. “...It’s as easy as I am.”

Her breath rasps out of her, and oh god, she can feel his dick pressing up against her thigh, so hard already. “You’re not making me feel very accomplished.”

“Well,” his fingernails scrape up the back of her legs, “we can fix that.”)

“You were very enthusiastic,” he remarks casually, “from what I remember.”

“Mm, well.” Two could play at this game...maybe. “It was two weeks ago.”

She may not be able to see him, but she can feel his grimace through the wire. Or well, the air? Wifi? Shirayuki wasn’t really up on how phones worked past the Edison era. It’s not like they ask how cell phones work on the SATs.

“Sorry,” he sighs, pillow audibly whumping over the receiver. “I know I warned you, but I really thought we’d have had more time to talk.”

“It’s okay.” She squirms against her sheets, fighting a shrug he can’t see. “I...I missed you, but I know how much the hours mean to you.”

“I missed you too.” His voice is so soft, so vulnerable, so unlike the boy who made her miss auditions a year ago. “I’m glad we’ll see each other tomorrow.”

“Me too,” she breathes, and oh, it doesn’t seem soon enough. Not when she wants to wrap her arms around him, lay her head on his chest and just listen to him breathe. “You could--”

Come over. Her teeth snap down on the offer. Sure, it’d be nothing for him to hop up to the garage roof, for her to leave the window open--

But that’s how she got here, and nope, no. Not happening.

“--come pick me up tomorrow?” she squeaks out instead, cheeks burning. There’s no way he won’t know she meant something else, that she was avoiding--

“What? Don’t want to be smooshed in the backseat of Big Guy’s swagger wagon?” She can hear the smirk on his lips. “I thought you were looking forward to it.”

“I don’t think Mitsuhide would appreciate you calling his minivan that,” she informs him primly, not a laugh in sight. It’s a feat only achieved by the judicious application of her teeth to her cheeks. “And I was! I mean, I am. It’s just...”

“Big Guy gives priority seating based on height?”

Well, that’s definitely part of it. With all five of them, she’s always left in the back seat, alone, and Obi--

“Gotta say, looking forward to all that leg room,” he drawls, “and getting an airbag all to myself. You think he’ll let me at the aux cable?”

“Never.”

“Aww.” Shirayuki knows he’s pouting; a full-on, little kid lip wibble. “You’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to be on my side.”

“You know what you did.” A two hour meme mix on the way to Laxdo. “Besides, I just thought it would be better if we, um, had some time to ourselves. Before.”

“Oh?” he hums, so curious, and-- oh, it doesn’t usually take him this long to pick up on when she’s trying to, um, tell him something. “I figured you wouldn’t mind since we’d have all day-- oh.” There it is. “You mean alone.”

“W-well, it’s been two weeks,” she hedges nervously. “And I’m not saying I couldn’t, um, behave--”

“Yeah, I’ll pick you up.” The words come out fast, pinched. Maybe she’s being too pushy; Obi likes to tease, but that doesn’t mean he’s always in the mood to-- “I’m definitely not going to be able to keep my hands to myself.”

“O-oh.” Well. That’s hitting different tonight. Maybe because it’s already over ninety, and her temp is climbing with it. Or maybe because she’s only wrapped up in the thinnest, most barely-there clothes she has; the kind he could rip like tissue paper--

Or maybe because it’s been two weeks, and despite going eighteen years without needing any sexual contact, she’s as tragically hard up as a teen comedy protagonist.

“I didn’t know you were...in a bind.” His voice drops to a rumble, and ah, that is not helping the situation. Her thighs slip against each other, trying to dull the ache. “You know I’m always happen to lend a hand when you need it, kid.”

“It not that bad,” she murmurs, but it’s starting to get there the longer he talks. The more she thinks about him showing up tomorrow, just them alone in her house-- “And you didn’t have time to come over.”

“I don’t need to come over.” He’s laughing, but there’s something in it that’s more, that’s almost a purr. “Come on, kid, I gave you those earphones for a reason. Hands free.”

“O-oh.” She’s all too aware of them now, clipped over her ears. Her hand’s only holding the screen out of habit. Hands free.

“I mean, if you’re really hard up,” he hums, “we could do something about it now. Take the edge off.”

She-- she shouldn’t. “Obi! You don’t really mean...?”

“Absolutely. I’d really like to--” his voice cracks,and oh, oh-- “it’s been so long since I made you come, babe.”

(”Well, that’s the last vote for Dreamiest Hair,” Shirayuki sighs, her flyaways dancing at the edge of her vision. “What’s the next category?”

Kihal glances down and grins. “Sexiest Voice.”

She gapes. “Is Mrs Gazalt really going to let us give out an award for that?”

“Mrs Gazalt takes her position of club supervisor very seriously,” Kihal informs her, “and by that I mean, she sits in the corner playing Words with Friends and just lets us do what we want, as long as it isn’t dangerous. Or illegal.”

“Still.” Her mouth pulls tight, a grim line across her face. If the rest of the club could see her now, her Cutest Smile win would be revoked. “That seems, I don’t know...”

“Like it wouldn’t be a contest? I know.” Kihal shrugs. “But that’s what the freshmen picked. I guess they’re just really hoping Obi will growl through his whole acceptance speech.”

“No, I-- wait, Obi?” Her mouth is dry suddenly. She crosses her legs beneath the table. “Why would--? Obi?”

Kihal rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, you’ve heard him over the headset. He’s got that whole like, gravel thing going on. And when he gets heated with someone, like that time with Raj, hoo--” she fans herself-- “I know you have a thing for Zen, but like, I still don’t know how you didn’t jump him.”

Her cheeks burn, painfully. “I-I don’t-- that’s not--”

“Come on, Shirayuki,” she clucks, rolling her eyes. “You have ears. That couldn’t have done nothing for you.”

At the time she’d been so mortified that Raj had not only followed her to the place that was supposed to be her escape, but that he’d brought up what happened, like it didn’t even bother him--

Well, sex had been the last thing on her mind. At least the actual, arousing kind. But now, now--

Listen, I’m sure you have a lot to say but I really can’t-- his voice breaks, and the phantom pressure of his fingers weighs on her lips-- I was supposed to have your back, and I fucked up. I know it doesn’t make up for what happen but I-- his breath rasps from his throat, so raw that hers hurts in sympathy-- I’m sorry.

--she gets it.

“Right, um--” it’s hard to think with her face so hot-- “we should still count the votes anyway.”)

(He wins in a landslide. His acceptance speech at the drama banquet is so suggestive that he ends up with half a dozen panties shoved into his pockets. They tumble out of his jacket when he leans over the console to kiss her, right over the stick shift and onto her lap.

What am I gonna do with a bunch of ladies underwear? he’d murmured against her lips, fingers toying at the strap of her gown, earning her own personal vote. You need any, kid?)

“O-okay.”

“Wha-what?” She winces at the loud bang over the speakers, followed by a softer, more distant “Fuck.”

“Ah, is everything--?”

“Fine,” Obi assures her, sounding like maybe some of his limbs are out of order. “Just...dropped my phone. I didn’t...are you sure?”

Her fingers clench in her sheets. “Yes. I just...don’t really know how to start.”

“Well.” His voice drops playfully low. “Are you in the position?”

“Is the position laying down?” she asks, nervous. “Because I’m laying down.”

He tries to smother it, but she would know his laugh anywhere. “Yeah, great. Good. You’re ready?”

Shirayuki squirms against her pillow, legs rubbing together so hard they should chirp, like some sort of horny cricket. “I guess...”

Obi doesn’t hide his laugh now, just lets it rumble out from his chest in a way that is...not helping. Or maybe it is, considering the whole...situation. “You guess?”

“I just--” am terrified-- “don’t understand.”

He grunts, and by the sound of rustling in her ears, gets comfortable. “What’s holding you up?”

Everything. “It’s better if we just wait isn’t it? I mean to do this, um...”

In person. With someone who knows how to touch her, instead of her fumbling around and showing just how bad at all this sexy stuff she can be.

“This involves sexy talking, doesn’t it?” If distress is a destination, then she’s already laid out a lawn chair and ordered a drink from the cabana. She’s hopeless when her speeches are planned and PG, let alone when she’s trying to improv and it’s about-- about-- “Do I have to talk about penises?”

He makes an ungodly noise. “Kid.”

“I just don’t think I have the experience to talk about them with any sort of authority,” she presses on, brain undaunted by how ridiculous she sounds. “Especially if I’m also supposed to be doing...other things. It’s really--”

“Shirayuki--” he says her name so soft, so fond, and she knows, she knows-- “you should learn how to do it yourself, too.”

--that he’s seen right through her.

“I don’t see why,” she mumbles stubbornly, fidgeting with the hem of her shorts. “You’re going to Lyrias too. Your room is in the building next door, and it’s connected to mine! I don’t really think I need to learn how to-- to--” she whines, the words sticking in her throat-- “this!”

“Kid.” He heaves a sigh, and even though she’s dying from the mortification of Being Known, it sends shivers right through her. “Just because you’re subscribed to Sexy Culinary School Weekly with Obi doesn’t mean you shouldn’t know how to cook on your own.”

“You magazine needs to work on its name.”

“Yeah, let me just go workshop it with Princess Prettymane and Calico Dog.”

“It’s duchess.”

“You know that doesn’t make it better, right?” he deadpans. “Princess Prettymane at least has alliteration. Also,” his voice lilts, playful, “you’re trying to change the subject. Which is cute, and really makes me want to kiss you until you worry that we’re going to ruin another pair of tights, but--”

“I’m not wearing tights right now.”

His jaw snaps shut.

“See,” he manages after a long moment, hoarse, “that is a very distracting thing to say.”

The gravel in his voice scrapes at an itch she didn’t know she had, heat painting a searing line down her spine. She’s already slick from sweat, but this adds another texture to it, one that’s growing more insistent by the second.

“And very confusing.” She doesn’t know what it says that even his complaints are doing it for her. “Since a few seconds ago, you weren’t sure if you could talk sexy, and now you’re telling me all sorts of things.”

“I was just...informing you. Of the situation.” Her nails pluck nervously at her waistband. “It’s summer, so, um, no tights.”

“Oh right,” he breathes, wry, “just setting the scene.”

“You know,” she tries again, too shrill, “I’m really fine with how you do it. I don’t really think-- I mean, is it really necessary that I have to--?”

“Kid, you’re the one that said okay,” he reminds her. “You don’t have to do anything. It’s just better for you if you know what you like. That way if you...”

His breath rasps from his throat. “...You should know what you like, separate from, ah, someone else.”

It’s a nice wrapping job he’s done on this baggage, but even with only a year under her belt, she knows what the tag on this one says. “I’m not going to go to college and suddenly not want you anymore, Obi.”

“I know that,” he says, but he doesn’t, not really. Obi doesn’t really talk much about before, about all the girls he’s snuck into his room or met at a party or whatever, but he thinks that all this, this whole wanting to put Tab A into Slot B thing, is the default. That you meet someone and maybe you talk a little and then bingo-bango-bongo, you know if you want to get on a horizontal surface with them.

He doesn’t get that this, for her, isn’t her normal. If Zen hadn’t been kind to her that first day, if he hadn’t helped Kihal with her Brecker problem, if the rumors surrounding them hadn’t whipped up to a fevered pitch so even she couldn’t ignore them-- well, Shirayuki wouldn’t have even been thinking about romance.

So the fact that she can look at him and feel like she’s walked into the country club’s sauna with her school clothes on-- that different. That’s special. That’s not going to just happen with someone she meets in an 8AM lecture.

If only she were as good with word things as her English grades suggested she should be, she’d be to tell him that.

“This isn’t about...” Obi lets out a disgruntled huff. “Listen, I know I definitely had some inspired ideas about what you would like from...before--”

(She’s still panting as she comes down, tremors zipping up and down her spine, “How did you...?”

Obi smiles, a wide Cheshire Cat grin. Fitting, since she definitely feels like she’s been dragged down the rabbit hole. “How did I what, kid?”

“Know to do that. With my hips,” She smooths her palms over where he’d grabbed them. They ache; it wouldn’t surprise her if she had hand-shaped bruises slapped across them tomorrow.

“Oh, I thought you’d like that.” Obi curls into her side, too pleased. He’s hard against her hip, but-- she likes it. “When I caught you coming off that ladder, you made that little hiccuppy noise, so I figured...pretty sensitive right?”

She stares.

He blinks. “What, did I say something--?”

“Obi” she manages, “that was four months ago.”)

“But if you knew what you liked...” She doesn’t need to see him to know there’s a feral smile stretching across his face. “I could do much better.”

Oh, that sounds...nice. She shifts, and she-- she leaks, thick slick coating the tops of her thighs.

“Besides, if we’re going to bring toys into the equation,” he continues, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb in the middle of the conversation, “you should know what makes you feel good without any electronic intervention, if you know what I mean.”

Ah, she-- she definitely does.

“Toys?” she squeaks. “I don’t-- I don’t remember any, um, toy talk.”

Obi hums, amused. “Well, I did promise you a good graduation gift.”

“You--you already gave me one!” Her hand skips up to run over the smooth plastic. “I’m using it right now!”

“Mm.” He’s too pleased with himself, like he’s caught her scent on the air from all the way across town. “But you won’t need them much at school. So...”

“I won’t need t-that at school either!” She’s glad she’s got these headphones; her cheeks would be making her phone’s screen go haywire. “I’ll have you, and I’m very, um, happy with your performance. I don’t think we need to add, um, props.”

“As chuffed as I am to have you appreciating my prowess, kid--” oh he’s going to be unlivable after this, she can just tell-- “that’s all the more reason to have something in the wings to mix it up. Especially since we’re waiting t-to--” he stumbles, voice dropping to a murmur-- “I mean, since we both want to, um...”

He’s so tortured trying to talk about it without actually talking about it that she takes pity on him. “Since I’m afraid of penises, but we both like to touch each other.”

“I mean, since we’re waiting to have sex,” he manages, pained. “Or at least, the kind that involves dicks and, ah, going places.”

She’s been around him too long, because without even missing a beat, she claps back, “Oh, I didn’t realize yours was having its own hero journey.”

“It has certainly felt a Call to Adventure,” he mumbles, “and a Woman as a Temptress.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, a Meeting with the Goddess,” he amends, quick enough that she grins. “And once again, you’re trying to distract me. Though I thought it would more like ‘clothes I am missing’ instead of ‘Campell’s seventeen stages thesis.’“

“I’m sticking to what I know,” she tells him primly. “But I suppose I could tell you that, um, I’m not wearing a bra?”

He grunts, gutted. “Ohh, you are really just trying to make this difficult.” He adds, a little waspish, “All this trouble better be working for you, because it’s definitely working for me.”

“Oh, are you--” she swallows, hoping he can’t hear it-- “did you really want to try that?”

“Ah, I mean...” His breath comes sharp, short. “Yeah. If you would like to.”

Her breath catches. “I haven’t really, um...”

Done this. Ever. It would be so easy to say it, but it’s just-- belaboring the point. He knows. He just...thinks she’s a much better student than she is. At least about things like this.

“Listen, I haven’t...” He hesitates, and she realizes-- he’s embarrassed. “This isn’t something I’ve done with anyone before. You know I’m not really anyone’s...long term option.”

Grandad always says that she shoots from the cuff-- a nice way of saying doesn’t think before talking-- but she doesn’t regret it, not one bit, when she blurts out, “You’re mine.”

Obi’s breath rasps into the speaker. “Y-yeah. I know.” With a swallow, he adds, “And I know you think I have a lot of experience, but there’s a lot out there to try, and I haven’t even brushed the surface of it, you know? And I just thought, knowing you, knowing how curious you are...”

She blinks. “You mean...you’ve never been with someone long enough to, um, explore?”

“Ah, plenty of people would pick up Sexy Culinary Weekly up off the rack, but um--” he huffs out a laugh, soft and self-deprecating-- “you’d be the first to pick up a subscription.”

Shirayuki doesn’t like to pry, but for a good long moment, she considers asking for a list with some names. Just to talk, of course.

She takes a deep breath instead, trying to focus. “So you want to-- to explore with me?”

“If you want to,” he’s quick to say. “I know all of this is...new. I just thought since we won’t be doing a, ah, traditional progression here--”

“Traditional?”

He sighs. “You know, the uh, porn formula. Fingering, hand job, blow job, eating--”

“OKAY,” she yelps, clapping a hand to her face. “I get it!”

“Right, well, there’s a lot between what we’re doing and PIV.” She nearly giggles at how he says it, piv, like it’s a word and not an acronym. It's almost...cute. Like an adorable monster she could get a plushie of, instead of something that involved penises and could make her pregnant.

“And since we’re not doing any of that soon,” he continues, “we could, ah...take the scenic route. And maybe that would be a little less intimidating for you, since we’d both be new at...whatever we’re doing, instead of feeling like you had to catch up.”

Her heart flutters, and the warmth in her gut spreads up to her chest. “I think you’re mixing metaphors.”

“Sorry, I can’t think of cooking puns for everything,” he deadpans. “Think of it as not having to rush to read back issues, I guess.”

She hums. “I think you’re asking me to help with recipe development.”

“Well, if we’re going to embark on culinary adventures together--” he presses, voice bubbling like he’s trying to keep down a laugh. Several, if she’s anything to go by-- “then you should be comfortable with what your body likes before we add any...additional ingredients. You have to learn to do it the right way before we do it the easy way.”

“Oh,” she breathes. Obi was definitely starting to have a point about doing all this now. “Like New Math.”

“Wow, kid,” he deadpans, “really getting right down to the dirty talk.”

She flushes. Good thing he can’t see her. “I-I thought that was your job.”

He laughs, a rumble she feels right down to her bones. “You’re right. What are you wearing?”

She coughs. “Really?”

“I’m trying to set the scene,” he informs her, far too innocent. “This is a delicate shared fantasy we’re making. Wouldn’t want you to get thrown out of it because I mention panties and you’re wearing boyshorts.”

“I’m not wearing underwear,” she blurts out. “Wearing it overnight increasing the chance of yeast infections.”

Ah, there it is: the regret. It would be nice if she could just...not be like this. If she could just think through what she says when she’s nervous, instead of talking about diseased vaginas with her boyfriend while he’s trying to...make love at her, or whatever.

Now she has to contend with this endless silence, wishing that her mortification would at least dampen her desire even a little. Heaven knows they wouldn’t doing any recipe development tonight, after that. “O-obi?”

“Sorry, I just--” his throat makes a hollow thunk that echoes over the line-- “I got distracted.”

She blinks. “By what?”

“Thinking about how much I want to be there,” he admits, “and what I’d do to you if I was.”

“O-oh.” Maybe some culinary adventure wasn’t...so off the table as she thought. “A-and what would that be?”

A strangled groan tears between them. “I want to eat you out so bad.”

That-- that was not what she’d thought he’d say. “Really?”

“Yeah.” His sigh is strained. “You make such good noises.”

“You like it?” Her thighs clench, and oh, she wishes she knew what to do about it. “I figured it would taste...weird.”

Not that she’s ever tried. But she’s tasted blood (too coppery, bad texture), and well, boogers (too salty; thanks, childhood), and she can’t imagine that can taste much better.

“No,” he hums. “You taste just right. Are you touching yourself yet?”

There’s no way to explain she’s just been rating bodily fluids on a scale of most to least appetizing, so she settles with, “N-no.”

Now that he’s mentioned it, now that he’s reminded her that her body isn’t just some inconvenient appendage for her brain, Shirayuki can’t forget that it’s there. And she certainly can’t ignore the heat between her legs, or the way her skin feels as sensitive as flash paper, ready to burn up at a moment’s notice.

“You should do that,” he tells her, just short of a command, and ah, yeah, that’s sounding like a better and better idea every second. “What are you wearing?”

She’s out of cutesy stalling tactics. Or at least, she can’t think of any, not when her vagina seems to have a pulse of its own. “A tank top. And pajama shorts.”

“Sounds cute,” he breathes. “Put your hand down them.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. Pubic hair crinkles under the tips of her fingers, scratchy against her palm. It’s wet too, tangling when she tries to slide further down so she just..doesn’t. “What now?”

“What do you usually do?”

He’s panting just the barest bit, and the sound of him already so undone is what spurs her to admit, “I, um, usually don’t do anything.”

“But you’ve tried before.” She should have never told him that. “What did you do then?”

“I, um--” she licks her lips, nervous-- “put my fingers inside?”

“Right away?” He laughs, and it’s fond, gentle. “No wonder you’ve never gotten much of anywhere. How about you just cup yourself now.”

She does. Little hairs wrap themselves around her fingers, coming loose, and oh, those always refuse to wash off later, clinging to her with the same tenacity as glitter. It’s comforting to feel weight there, at least, even if it clearly isn’t Obi’s. Still, it’s...vaguely unpleasant.

“I don’t feel much,” she reports, trying not to let her frustration leak through. Maybe she just isn’t cut out for masturbation.

“You wouldn’t,” he confirms, “you need to part your lips first.”

She nearly does, until she thinks better of it. “What does that have to do with--?”

“Not your mouth.” He’s barely covering a laugh. “Your other lips.”

“O-oh.” Of course. That makes...more sense.

Her fingers splay, parting her flesh, and ahh, there is...a lot more of her than she remembers. She’s read about lips blooming like flowers before-- mostly in the books Nanna likes to read-- but nothing had ever...blossomed down there for her before. But it’s definitely all petals and sepals now, if things like that were made out of flesh. She saw something like that once, on one of those Syfy shows her grans liked to watch when she was a kid--

She jolts as something slaps her hard, right on the breast, and oh, she’s-- she’s forgotten she’s still holding the phone. Or at least, she was. Now her hand is boneless, empty, and her screen has belly-flopped right onto her boob.

“Oh, um, wait.” She fumbles with it, one-handed, trying to find some place to put it. “I need to--I need to put down my phone.”

He hums, bemused. “Two hands would help.”

Shirayuki’s definitely struggling with one, that’s for sure. Her bedside table is too far for her headphones to reach without tugging; the bed itself is just asking for her to squirm her way to an End Call. She’s stuck discovering all this with one hand plastered in between her thighs, dipping between her vulva in a way that can only be termed distracting.

By the time she settles it on her pillow, far enough away to avoid any mishap via cheek smooshing, she’s practically panting. Maybe she needs to take up a sport at Lyrias; Mathletes clearly isn’t cutting it.

“Okay,” she sighs, dropping back onto her bed. “Now I’m ready. I am parting my...myself. What’s next?”

“Are you wet?”

Well, if she wasn’t before, she certainly is now. “I, um, think so?”

“All right.” His bed groans, like he’s shifting on it, and oh, how she wishes she knew what he looked like now. “Just start sliding your fingers around. You know where your clit is, right?”

“Yes,” she manages, squirming as she rubs at her folds. “I’ve seen a diagram before.”

He laughs, a low rumbling chuckle that sends a shiver down her spine, and yeah, she can take a real good guess at where her clit might be. “Don’t touch it.”

Her fingers still. “Why not?”

“You’re sensitive,” he tells her, so casual. “You get squirmy when I touch it directly. I mean, feel free to try...maybe you’re a lighter touch than I am. You could like it.”

She’s about to balk-- if it doesn’t feel good when he does it, she’s not going to do any better-- when his voice drops and he adds, “Tell me if you do.”

Well, let it not be said that Shirayuki doesn’t believe in science. Which is the reason she’s doing this. Hypothesis testing. Not because her boyfriend asked in a ridiculously sexy way.

With a steeling breath, she swipes her clit with the pad of her finger and-- y i k e s.

She grits her teeth, nerves still jangling. “Um, yeah, that didn’t feel great.”

“Too bad.”

With a sigh, she stretches her neck, hoping to get that raised-hackles feel out of it and-- oh.

Rum Tum stares down at her with his glassy black eyes, mouth stitched into its permanent smile. That’s really...not helping.

“Um.” Duchess Prettymane is next to him, head tilted in question. Calico Dog is definitely just...judging her. “Give me one second.”

With her free hand, she turns each of her stuffies around, placing them in a line on her window sill. They don’t need to see any of this.

“Okay.” She settles back into her pillows. “So I definitely don’t touch that. I just...touch around it?”

“Yeah,” he huffs out, amused. “But no rubbing! Long strokes, just barely brushing it, both fingers, one on either side.” She can hear his grin when he adds, “You like to be teased.”

She wants to protest that; she nearly does, but--

Her fingers skid over her folds, tracing just around the lip of her slit, stopping just shy of her clit, and-- mm, all right, he, ah, definitely has a point. This feels much better.

Still, she’s so used to Obi’s touch; he lingers in all the right places, calluses catching on her clit in a way that makes her writhe. Her own fingers are too tiny and her movements too awkward. She’s too wet too; as much as it’s definitely helping with the, um, sensations she’s feeling, controlling her fingers makes her feel like a contestants on one of those Japanese game shows. Just when she thinks she’s gotten it, when she’s starting to build to something interesting if not good--

“How is it?”

She nearly nicks herself with a nail. “Better when you do it.”

“Ah, I see,” he hums. “A pillow princess--”

Shirayuki has absolutely no idea what that means, but she knows she’s being teased. “No--!”

A thunk stops her mid-thought. Her hand snaps away from her shorts. “Did you hear that?”

“Kid--”

She eyes the door warily. “Do you think it’s Nanna?”

Obi smothers a chuckle. “I’m pretty sure that was just your phone.”

“No, I put it behind my--” she looks down, and oh yes, there it is, right on the floor.

“Oh,” she breathes, mortified. “Oh. Right. Just, um, give me a minute.”

It’s a tricky proposition trying to fish it off the floor. For one, her bed is high and her arms are short-- oh, she was so committed to the whole fairy bower aesthetic of lofting her bed when she was twelve, but now it’s really inconvenient-- and for another, one hand is contaminated with, um, juices, and though she doesn’t want to smear any of that all over her phone--

Well, wiping it on the sheets is a bad decision. Nanna’s nose is sharp, and if there’s one conversation she doesn’t want to happen, it’s why does you bed smell like sex, Shirayuki? She’s done well not getting grounded so far, despite the number of times Obi’s been caught shirtless in her room, but she knows better than to try to test her grandmother’s patience on it.

Shirayuki drops to her belly, elbow digging into the mattress to ground her. Her finger are just long enough to brush the screen--

“Hey kid,” Obi sighs, “do you actually want to do this?”

She yelps. Only a quickly placed hand keeps her from meeting her carpet face first. She does have her phone though. “What?”

“I thought that this was going to be fun and sexy, but now...” He grunts, uneasy. “It seems like I might forcing you, and that’s really not what I wanted to happen. If you don’t want--”

“NO! I mean,” she manages, throwing herself back on her bed, “you have a point. Even though I prefer you touching me by lot--”

Obi hums, too smug.

“--we can’t always make the time to, um, do that.” It’s be nice if the bed could just swallow her whole right now, put her out of her misery, but-- she wants this. She wants him, and part of that is having terrible conversations that make her feel like a five alarm fire in a fireworks factory. “And if we’re having trouble just a few houses away, I’m sure we’ll find a way to have it when you’re only a few doors down too. Which is fine, it’s not like I have to, um...”

He makes a noise, intrigued, and oh, she really hates how badly she does want to keep this boyfriend. If only she liked him less, then she wouldn’t have to talk about any of this at all.

“I just mean, sometimes I think about you when we can’t be together--”

“Sometimes?”

“You know what I mean,” she snips, annoyed. “Sometimes I think about you in a specific way and I get a little, um, stuck. And that can be frustrating. So it’s probably better that I learn this now, than--

“Wait.” He’s breathless, unfocused. “Are you telling me you’ve been all...stuck lately?”

“N-no!” That is really not what she wants to be talking about right now. “I mean, a-a little? Kind of.”

She can hear the rush of his breath through his nose, his long thoughtful pause--

“Do you need some inspiration?” He’s eager, voice tight and nearly winded. “Purely above the waist, of course.”

It occurs to her that he means pictures; pictures of the adult variety. The yes leaps to her lips, but oh, what if Nanna saw it, and--

“Here, one sec.”

He’s not joking; barely a second later her phone buzzes, snapchat informing her that Obi has a new photo. She frowns, flicking open the app, and -- oh. Yes. That was. Definitely not there a few moments ago.

He’s naked from the waist up, lounging in a pair of gym shorts, his legs spread wide where he sits, and-- “Are you, um...?”

“Hot?” he growls playfully. “For you, yeah.”

“Hard,” she blurts out, since she never misses an opportunity to make a fool of herself. It would be nice if her curiosity could take a vacation for a day or two. Give her skin a break.

“Oh. Um. Yeah,” he grunts. “I mean, I’m trying to get you off, and I’m think about touching you. Sort of...a natural response.”

“But you aren’t touching yourself?”

“We hadn’t really talked about that,” he murmurs shyly. “This is supposed to be about you. I didn’t want to get distracted.”

“Ah...” That place between her legs throbs. She snakes a hand under her waistband, and oh, they’ve barely lost any ground at all. “You should.”

“W-what?”

“Touch yourself,” she tells him, running her fingers over her folds. “I think it would help.”

“Oh.” She might as well have hit him for the way that bursts out of him. “I didn’t--”

“I can give you inspiration too.” She whips off her tank before she can think better of it, struggling when she realizes, no, one hand will definitely not be enough to get the job done--

And then it’s nothing to take a picture, or to send it. A few taps and he’s choking, “Did-- did you mean to send this to me?”

It’s then that it strikes her: she just sent a naked picture to her boyfriend. Well, a half naked picture, but for what he could see she might as well have done the whole thing.

“Oh, is that-- is that okay?” She drags her safe hand over her face, sweat clinging to her palm. “I should have checked--”

“Yes!” he pants, half wild. “Yes, this is okay, Very, very okay. I just...you really want me to use this? For, uh, jacking off?”

“Could you?”

“Haah,” he breathes. “Yes. God, your breasts are so good, babe. And your face...”

“Then yes.” She licks her lips, nervous. “Please.”

“I don’t really need the help,” he warns, “I’m a real pro at this.”

“I want you to.” She doesn’t know how she says it without even a stutter. The thought of him touching himself like that, knowing that he’s thinking of her, just her-- “I want you to touch your-- you--”

“Really, kid, you don’t have to--”

“Cock.”

Just saying it shakes her up like a soda can, ready to burst, and she almost wishes she could take it back, that she could unsay half this conversation-- until he groans; the frantic slide of clothes loud from his end of the phone.

“What do you-- what should I--?”

He sounds so lost, his words hardly above a whine, and that’s the only reason she’s able to say, “I want you to, um, stroke it?”

“Yeah, I am-- I am already there, babe,” he assures her, voice throaty and strained. “You’re touching yourself too, right? You’re wet?”

“Y-yeah.” She slides her hand under the band, and ah, she hadn’t know it was possible to be wetter, that her thighs could be slick nearly to the edge of her shorts, but here she is. “I like hearing you. I-I mean...after graduation, when we went to the field, I--” she licks her lips, mouth so dry-- “I really wanted to hear you come again.”

“Jesus. Fuck.” His mattress creaks, distressed. “That was-- that was two months ago. You could have just--” he hisses, so sensitive-- “god, I would have come for you anytime.”

“Could you?” It comes out coyer than she expects, far too confident to sound like her, and she nearly apologizes, until he-- he--

He whimpers.

“If I asked really nice,” she hums, fingers skating along her folds, clit pulsing with how much she wants this, wants him. “Could you come for me again?”

He groans, pained. “Y-yeah. I could definitely arrange something.”

“Now?”

“Shit. Fuck.” He moans, but it trails off into a laugh. “Definitely won’t take long if you keep this up.”

“Good,” she sighs, pace quickening, her fingers daring to loop ever closer to the crux of her problem. “I want to hear you. It’s been so long...”

She hesitates. Obi is always the one to tease, and her the one that squirms away, the one that needs to be cajoled back into the scene, but now--

Well, the shoe is on the other foot isn’t it. “It’s been so long,” she says again, only this time she lets her voice go breathy, lets it linger on the cusp of whine. “Don’t make me wait, Obi...”

He doesn’t.

“Fuck,” is the only word he manages before he’s groaning, whimpering, making every sexy sound he can at once as he comes hard.

“Haah,” he moans, breath heaving. “That was-- that was definitely not how I expected this call to go.”

Shirayuki stills her fingers, mouth slanting into a smirk. She’d always wondered how Obi could watch her orgasm and not want to do it himself, not need to do it when she’s dying every time, but-- now she gets it. She may not have come, but there’s something supremely satisfying in watching-- no, listening to him fall apart instead.

“Oh?” She still sounds coy. Like Obi does every time she goes half-blind from the force of her own climax.

“You didn’t come, did you?” He’s put out, and she can tell his eyebrows are drawn, that his jaw is set. “I could--”

“No, no, don’t worry about me,” she assures him. “I’m fine. Besides, we have to get up tomorrow.”

“Ah, fuck, right. Senior Day.” He sighs. “All right, fine. But next time--”

“Next time,” she agrees. “Though I really enjoyed this time too.”

He makes a noise that sounds like dying. “Yeah, well, that’s great, but I’m not the one who needs to learn how to get off like a champ. But whatever,” he sighs, “we have all the time in the world for you to get it.”

Her chest warms, and she smiles against her pillow. “Right. I’ll see you tomorrow? Bright an early?”

He groans. “Yeah, yeah. Bright and early. Good night, kid.”

[ikemen-stories]

Warlord edition!

~ Oda forces ~

Nobunaga

Curious about everything.

He will probably demand you to dissect some modern device during the day for him to analyze.

You have to give him sweets from time to time.

Seriously, if you don't he is going to go find them himself, without taking into account that he's like 5 cm tall and almost everything could potentially kill him.

He is totally going to tease your ear when you less expect it. REVENGE!

Hideyoshi

Overly worried all the time.

"You have to look at both sides of the road when you cross it!"

When you get distracted he will gently make you return to your duties and help you finish your tasks, at least to the best of his ability.

He is kind of dejected because he can't help you with your heavy tasks, such as carry your grocery bag and the likes.

He constantly checks on your health. Constantly.

Masamune

Over-excited about everything.

If you happen to drive a car, he will ask you to go faster.

He will occasionally make fun of you and call you cute from time to time.

He is going to make sure that you eat properly everyday. He tries to help you cook but he's too small for being really helpful so instead he ends up giving you indications about how to proceed.

When you don't have anything to do, the two of you play games together (mostly videogames on your pc or your cellphone, since other types would be impossible for him to play with).

Mitsunari

Curious about everything, part 2.

He will help you through the day with sweet smiles and supportive words.

He regularly falls from your shoulder so you have to watch out for him all the time.

When you have something to do and you do not need him, he starts reading on your shoulder (we all know he would be totally able to find books of his size anyway).

He sleeps on your pillow, just near your head (when he remembers to sleep). He's the happiest chibi alive when you offer your hand for him to cuddle with.

Mitsuhide

He makes remarks about everything you do.

You better avoid every embarrassing situation because he would make it worse.

He remembers everything you've ever done and he could bring up something happened like three months ago just to see you upset.

On the other hand, if someone else happens to make you mad or sad, he's going to spread nasty rumors about them until that someone will be so ashamed that they will desire to go living in another country.

Sometimes he sits on the top of your head just to annoy you.

Ieyasu

He makes remarks about everything you do, part 2.

He calls you stupid at least five times a day.

Patting his head and calling him cute is a sure way to make him angry.

He is able to argue with virtually everyone you meet. He may be small but the sassiness is strong with him.

He may be grumpy all the time but he still helps you out when you don't know something. It's like having a grumpy and sassy voice of consciousness on your shoulder.

~ Uesugi-Takeda forces ~

Kenshin

He fights. It doesn't matter if he is as tall as a peanut, he fights everyone you meet.

When he realizes he is not able to cause a major injury by just jumping at someone else throat, he starts aiming for the eyes.

You have to keep him calm by giving him plums. They usually are as big as he is so it takes him a while to eat them all. He's extra cute while he's eating but your shoulder keeps getting sticky.

Make sure that nobody (and I mean NOBODY) touches you. Their hands would be in extreme danger.

He never leaves your shoulder. NEVER.

Shingen

He regularly drops pick up lines. Everyday. Constantly.

You have no privacy with him around. At all.

He wants to sleep on your pillow and the chance that you will find him nestled in the crook of your neck in the morning is pretty high.

If you fell dejected and your self-esteem is low, you can be sure that he will compliment you until you feel better.

Perfect view of your breast ("Thank you, my goodness!").

Yukimura

He's exceptionally nervous about being so close to you alle the time. As a result his bluntness gets worse than ever.

He blushes like crazy when you take him in the palm of your hand and pet him.

"Don't squeeze me, you wild boar!"

He may be blunt but he cares deeply about you and constantly watches out for you.

You ask him for advice about your clothes and accessories on a daily basis just to see him freaking out.

Sasuke

Everytime is meme time.

He will help you should a technology-related problem arise.

"Don't worry, I'll use my special ninja ability. You won't even notice that I'm in your pocket."

And that's actually worse than having him plainly on your shoulder because even if you don't feel him around you know that he is in your pocket and it's very difficult to normally go on with your life with the image of his expressionless face clearly printed on your mind.

You don't have the heart to tell him that because he is so proud of his solution.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Could I get HCs of the Ikesen warlords with a 6’0 s/o?

Nobunaga Oda:

-Pffft. If they think he is intimidated by their height, they are WRONG.

-He isn’t as tall as them, but since he probably has broader shoulders, at the end he seems bigger than them.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi:

-He never cared about his partner’s height; what’s the problem if they are taller than him?

-Honestly, he is happy to have a tall partner, it is almost impossible to lose them in a crowd and they won’t have problem reaching objects(usually), therefore less things to worry of.

Masamune Date:

-It’s not like they are much taller than he is, but it stings, just a little, but it does.

-Masamune will get over it, but it’s better if they’ll never grab objects that he can’t reach or he’ll feel less manly, for like, 2 minutes, then he’ll return to his normal self.

Ieyasu Tokugawa:

-Like, everyone is taller than him, therefore he is used to be the short one.

-Hideyoshi left them, when they still weren’t in a relationship with the blonde warlord a leaflet that summing it up was the meme “How to talk to short people: Ieyasu version”.

Mitsuhide Akechi:

-He acts like he doesn’t care, but it stings that he can’t tease them for their height.

-But he loves that he doesn’t have to bend down (and get neck pain) to kiss them, therefore this balance the negative side.

-”Perfectly balanced as all things should be”. sorry but I had to.

Mitsunari Ishida:

-This angel didn’t even noticed that his partner is taller than him until a soldier pointed it out.

-Useless to say that he doesn’t care at all.

Shingen Takeda:

-Pfttt x2. They won’t be able to intimidate him with their height even if they try.

-Their height just makes them weaker to his deep grey eyes and soothing voice, good luck.

Kenshin Uesugi:

-He loves it, just more of them to love.

-If someone will dare to shame his partner for their height they will have to face the blonde’s fury.

Yukimura Sanada:

-He doesn’t want to admit it, but damn he envies his partner’s height.

-If someone tease him for it, he will be grumpy until he meets his partner, then he’ll remember how much he loves them and forget about everything.

Sasuke Sarutobi:

-LOVES IT. LOVES IT. LOVES IT.

-How can he have a problem with his partner’s height, when he loves to be the short one of the couple?

Kennyo:

-Mixed feelings.

-Just don’t tease him too much and he won’t be bothered by it.

[amenomiko]

Thank you for the request @ashavazesa 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖!!! I'm sorry for the lateness and.... For you to have that kind of creature to work with.

He followed her to the future, as she wanted to settle things before living with him in the Sengoku era. Other than meeting her family, she had to complete the procedures with her workplace too.

"....*Sigh* Okay. I can do this."

He asked her why, and so she tell him about her asshole boss; clearly stressed about it as she sighed for the... Well, he lose count. Looks like this boss of hers is the exact copy of Yoshiaki Ashikaga.

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Nobunaga :

-Death stare all the time.

-Murderous aura when asshole boss being super mega asshole mode.

-LITERALLY pull out his sword, saying "Say your name and I will make sure your ancestors die by my hands."

Result = Le boss peed in his pants.

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Hideyoshi

-Ask for permission before entering since he is a proper man.

-Trying to understand le asshole's circumstances but he refuses to let le asshole go further as MC has gotten more stressed than ever.

-Trying to negotiate this time, just like what he did to the lord that's about to betray his lord last time.

Result = Negotiations successful as asshole is defeated.

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Masamune

-No negotiations whatsoever.

-SHINGGGGG there goes a sword to asshole's neck.

-Asking other staffs around the office if they still wanted to work for this type of boss.

-Somehow ignite the fire of bravery in their heart.

Result = Boss got kicked out from the company on the same day.

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Mitsuhide

-Boss went completely speechless to Mitsuhide's foxy grin and his ways of talking back to him.

-Make him lose his composure by reading his next actions and words, resulting in the boss to try and escape from the room.

-Says "I've read all the history that you've made throughout your life of breathing. So how about we make a special agreement to keep such secret?"

Result = Boss quits job on the same day.

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Ieyasu

-Another one to make the asshole feel like he is not worth existing with his contrary remarks.

-Endless feedbacks to asshole words.

-Silently inserts diarrhea poison in Boss's coffee.

Result = Took the chance to delete information about MC and all important documents in asshole's computer when the asshole is stuck in the toilet for hours and hours.

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Mitsunari

-Boss is speechless +1.

-But it's because the asshole couldn't get through Mitsunari's obliviousness and angelic face.

-Distracted from main point why they are there in the first place and keep on asking other things instead because Mitsunari is curious with future stuffs.

Result = Boss ends up stuck with Mitsunari and teach him things and somehow he slowly gets into a good mood and let MC go.

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Kenshin

-........

-Death threat +1.

-For both him and his ancestors, +his wee wee so he can't reproduce in case Kenshin couldn't find his ancestors.

-ATTACK BY BUNNY ARMIES!!!

Result = Boss K.O from lack of oxygen because the bunnies jumps on his body and bites his face all over.

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Shingen

-Boss silently gulps to his broad figure.

-Try to negotiate +1.

-Failed anyway. Especially when Shingen casually take the food (given by boss's PA for the boss) and eats it.

-Were kicked out but then again when he notice the staffs there are majority with women....

Result = Uses his charisma to negotiate with them instead and walah boss got kicked out from the company on the same day.

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Yukimura

-About to wait outside but burst into the room when asshole boss raised his voice at MC.

-Not the type to argue but will do so once someone threaten his beloved.

-"You have no right to call her like that. She may be a wild boar but she is my love--"

Result = MC couldn't take it anymore and head butt both Yukimura and Boss until they passed out. Problem solved.

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Sasuke

-"(´・ｪ・｀)...."

-"ಠ_ಠ...?"

-"Ninpou, sleeping spray no jutsu." *PSSSSS*

-Asshole fell asleep and he deletes all important datas by using his skills. When they made an escape, he told MC that he had hacked the security camera.

Result = He left a card like those Phantom Thief on Boss's table but meme version.

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Kennyo

-Just like Yukimura, he tried not to get involved since it's future matters but eventually he did when MC got threatened.

-Try to negotiate.

-Fail anyway.

-*Pop!* His murderous side come out and threaten Boss with the blade in his staff.

Result = Boss peed in his pants +1.

[descendent-of-the-sixth-heaven]

*stunned* I-I called Ieyasu a pervert? Why did I do that though? *her face slowly heats up as she remembers something vaguely* Uh oh. Just, how much do I need to apologize? Also, when will you give my phone back? *her phone gallery consisted of some of her childhood photos that her parents sent. It also consisted of some selfies, funny videos, her music videos, some memes, etc*

Mitsuhide: Certainly not soon, you have interesting photos here.

[datenoriko]

*Random IkeSen related thought*

First Impression on the Warlords:

Oda Forces

Oda Nobunaga: Konpeito-loving guy with a thigh fetish

Toyotomi Hideyoshi: Mamayoshi, has Oda-con (like brocon of sorts, but with Nobunaga)

Tokugawa Ieyasu: Bushy-haired Tsundere; super concerned about his friends

Date Masamune : Last guy I wanted to be in a room with; “Stay away from me sexy eyepatch guy!” (I love him so much now)

Akechi Mitsuhide: You inhumanly beautiful sly fox

Ishida Mitsunari: Must protect this precious cinnamon roll  (can I have him as a baby brother??)

Mori Ranmaru: Oh my goodness it’s a baby (can I have him as a baby brother?? pt 2) 

Uesugi-Takeda Alliance + Kennyo & Motonari

Uesugi Kenshin: Heterochromia yandere always craving for a fight, has one of the sassiest field gear and a thing for dungeons

Takeda Shingen: Has daddy energy; cheesy pick-up lines 

Sanada Yukimura: Sanada Akihiko (Persona series) but livelier; BOAR WOMAN

Sarutobi Sasuke: MEME LORD (how do you pull off memes with a deadpan face??)

Imagawa Yoshimoto: Pretty fan-wielding boy and for some reason I call him Morimoto

Kennyo: Emo monk with a thing for stray animals; it’s nice, seriously

Mori Motonari: he’s hot, not gonna deny it!

of course this is all out of personal observation (original, event & gatcha stories and even from fanfics I’ve read), but if you want to share your opinions please feel free to do so! ^^