#nobunaga (ikesen)

[chaos-of-the-abyss]

nobunaga/hideyoshi and hideyoshi/mitsuhide are two obvious ships in ikesen that are both, lol, given a fair amount of tease in the routes, but personally i think a relatively unexplored gold mine is the nobunaga/mitsuhide dynamic. it sticks out to me with mitsuhide's route; first in the scene when mitsuhide is announcing his "engagement" with the mc in front of nobunaga and hideyoshi. afterward nobunaga says he would like to have a word with the mc alone, mitsuhide basically asks if he could stay too, nobunaga reiterates that he's dismissed, and mitsuhide complies without hesitation. (mc's and my reaction was the same here, btw: "...mitsuhide backed down immediately. interesting.") bc i mean yeah, how many people would mitsuhide easily back down against? he also refers to nobunaga as "lord nobunaga" or "my lord" even in his internal thoughts, and while on one hand it's obvious since, yeah, he's nobunaga's vassal, there's clearly a lot of wholehearted respect for nobunaga on mitsuhide's end. like mitsuhide's always taking the piss out of people, but nobunaga's probably one of the few who would be completely unfazed by him, and that's a fun dynamic. it's completely unlike mitsuhide's relationship with all the other warlords and even the mc.

the other thing that interests me is a bit more subtle, but mitsuhide's route delves into how it's affected his mentality to be involved in all this shady and morally questionable stuff, even if it's for the big picture ultimately. the thing is: that big picture is nobunaga's ambition. in other words, it's nobunaga's ambition - a world without classism, a desire mitsuhide shares - for which mitsuhide subjects himself to all That, and he states that he does it without regret despite what it's cost him. i think mitsuhide, like hideyoshi, is deeply, deeply loyal to nobunaga; while it's not that he overly invests his self-worth and identity into serving nobunaga like hideyoshi, he out of all the warlords is by far one of the ones with the most personal stakes in nobunaga's ambition. he has absolute faith in nobunaga and serves him with everything he has. he believes that nobunaga can truly, with the support of the other warlords, bring about the kind of world they both want. and that sort of unbridled trust, that sort of loyalty... it's just fascinating for me to consider that mitsuhide feels that way towards someone.

[calcifermovesthecastle]

Fictional Men that LOVE a chubby reader

Somewhat afab, but I tried to be gender neutral. Slightly suggestive.

Ace: let me tell you. Reader. Let me tell you. Ace is Here For It. Your love handles? He's squeezing them every chance he gets. Standing behind you, he'll sneak in a few generous handfuls before resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you. Your double chin? Oh, he goes weak at the knees he thinks it's so cute. Any excuse he can get to kiss your neck, he's all for it. Your Tummy? Don't get him started. Laying next to each other cuddling, catch him rubbing on it with his hands and kissing it. Ace is down bad for a plus size partner.

Guido Mista: Mista can not stop loving how soft your arms are. He thinks you look like a god or a goddess, he'll wrap his arm around you and run his hand up and down your arm, a dreamy look in his eye. Your Thighs? You'll catch him swallowing and staring at them, pulling on his collar, whether they're pushed together while you're sitting or rubbing against each other. Mista is an ass man, and oh boy, does he think you have an absolute DUMP TRUCK, even if you don't. And if you have boobs, secretly Mista adores a big person with little boobs. He thinks it's the sexiest thing on the planet.

Nobunaga Oda: don't even get me started on this man. If you are plus sized, Nobunaga looks at you like he's going to devour you (and he will 😏.) he bites at your soft flesh, sometimes lightly, sometimes leaving marks, sometimes leaving deep bruises in very hard to hide places. If you have chubby cheeks, he absolutely pinches them, but not in a mean way. He just loves the way they look on you. You often catch this man's eyes boring into you, and you just know he's undressing you out of your kimono with his eyes. If Nobunaga can grab fistfuls of your body, he is a happy, happy, happy man.

Beelzebub: self explanatory. I shouldn't even have to describe it to you. The heavier you are, the more in love Beel is. And no matter how heavy you are, he will still pick you up and carry you around no problem. He thinks your double chin is adorable. He's a fiend for your Thighs and ass and especially, especially your tummy. Beel also has a thing for back rolls, he loves grabbing them in his hands and telling you how absolutely gorgeous you are. Beel chubby chaser confirmed.

Sukuna: Sukuna is a man of many pleasures, and one of them is a fat lover. Sukuna ravishes your body daily, waving away any doubts you may have and any of your insecurities. "You're good enough for the king of curses, right?" Now, obviously with Sukuna, you are not an equal partner, but the heavier you are? The softer, more pleasurable your body is, the fonder his eyes are when he looks at you.

Aki Hayakawa: if you got a fupa, rolls, love handles, and a phat ass, Aki is down bad. Aki isn't the most verbal about how absolutely stunning he finds you, but it's written aaaaallll over his face. Aki loves giving you massages, and he looooooovvveeess when he lays on his stomach, and you sit straddling his back to give him a massage. He loves how soft you are, and finds your weight comforting.

I saved the best for last:

Roronoa Zoro: This man is filthy. Zoro is not ashamed to loudly proclaim just how attractive you are, palming at your body. (He's even filthier in the bedroom, squeezing and grabbing and pulling and ugh 😩.) Zoro will never stop grabbing at your rolls, smacking your ass, squeezing your thighs, and he does this in front of everyone and anyone. Man has no shame. He doesn't call you things like beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, but he does tell you how fucking hot you are, how desirable you are, all the things you do to him. Zoro is a firm believer in "more to love." Hell squeeze you in public and groan, almost growl, because he finds fat so fucking hot. He also finds it easier to be a little tougher with a chubby reader, but he has his tender soft moments too.

I have been feeling really bad about my weight but this helped a lil. Much love!!

[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

I saw this meme going around and just HAD TO

Ikevamp version

Ikesen version

[chiruhitohira]

That one collective event be like:

Yeaahh from this one lol

[misak85]

What I pictured through Hideyoshi's route

(It's my old post from Instagram but I wanted to post it here too)

[writingwhimsey]

From Shingen's route but not featuring Shingen.

I love how MC and Nobu mirror each other here.

Nobu, "I have called you in here to enjoy your body because I can't sleep and sex is far more entertaining than anything else."

MC, "No...I'm putting you to bed like a child, tucking you in and telling you a bedtime story because no means no."

Sometimes I really love the nonromantic relationships MC develops with the guys as much as the ones she has with the love interest of the route (and yes I know Nobu is the love rival in Shingen's route but it's never romantic for her).

[reii-ichi]

Oda Nobunaga contemplating.

Special post request by @cherrykasugayama.

[himezuru-ichimonji-no-saya]

Young Masamune, Nobunaga and Ieyasu

Cybird — Ikemen Sengoku

[chevlvrs]

Ikemen memes | part 7

[shatcey]

Lost in the lustful elixir (Fun with Ally)

Even so the event is have a very obvious topic and content… I won't talk about it. Sorry, not sorry. Maybe a bit.

First...

I strongly disagree with this…

And it's the same in the premium ending.

Kate always defended Ally if someone said that he was incapable of love. She always believed in him. She never doubted. And here she simply agreed. It's pretty weird. Did she start doubting after she dated him for a while? Considering how much he has invested in this relationship and how much he has changed… it's pretty sad.

Actually, I think we have perfect taste. Thank you very much!

The next part will be better…

Ally and Oggy (let's try a new nickname for once) playing kids again…

You know better than anyone that Oggy knows how to relax. You're drinking with him!

Ally doesn't seem happy about it. Could it be… he is really afraid of Vivi? If so, then this is the first father-figure that boys are truly afraid of. The boys were constantly teasing Sirius (IkeRev). I really hate it when they call him old. HE'S NOT OLD!!! Abel (IkeVamp) can't control any of the boys, they literally do whatever they want, the same with Vlad. Sari (IkePri) is scary, but only Bell is afraid of him. Nobu (IkeSen) is scary too, but he's the boss, and they respect him. So it's different. I know that Vivi is also the boss. But he will always be "daddy" to me. He's too cute…

Awwwwwww… Of course, Daddy!!

Or he's not afraid, but… as Ally himself said…

"I'm a good boy… Don't scold me." (squeak) He's so cute!

And, of course, Ally couldn't just let it go… so there was a little revenge later…

Children!

Ciele (@judesmoonbeauty) what the hell is Jude's girl doing here?

And more than that… she's flirting with Roger.

And according to his words in the epilogue… she had been chasing him for a while…

This girl knows what she wants

It can't be the same Isla, right?

So… This ANOTHER Isla is…

I totally agree with that. I think you look much better…

I mentioned this then talk about the Secret ending… she really said "eat him". Let's start from the beginning.

Kate noticed the devouring stares of people directed at Alfons…

Yes, she's selfish, and I totally understand that, who would agree to share this guy with anyone else (I'm still considering Elbert and somtimes Vivi… not now girl!), but the most she could think about was protecting him. Despite the fact she was jealous… her first priority was his well-being.

So she was very worried. And… my logic in the SE is probably correct. That's one of the reasons he did what he did.

And in the dramatic ending, he really offered…

Right… the meaning is completely different if you know the context.

And it's just a challenge to the imagination…

So… she's standing on her knees… okay… his leg is in there somewhere… but… her "bud" is closer to the toe of his shoe, not the heel… So, how did he do that??? He lifted his foot… to her stomach or something?

In the SE there were words that he used his toes… but in the process… you know, she works with… him… and at the same time, he somehow manages to… move his foot. One wrong move, and she literally eats him. WTF? Okay… Maybe I'm exaggerating…

It was a lot of fun! I laughed so hard I cried. I hope you enjoyed it too.

dividers by @.sweetmelodygraphics

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[mythicamagic]

Nobunaga they could never make me hate you

[corpiote]

Ikesen Final Rankings 2024

I'm genuinely surprised by the top ranks :0

who's the masa fan that out-whaled a mitsuhide stan?

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[chiruhitohira]

A very normal day

[silly-is-trying]

#1 Ikemen Sengoku HCs!

• Comfort / some “It’s going to be okay” vibes

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Nobunaga | Kenshin | Masamune

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“You aren’t focused.”

Nobunaga’s voice cut through the thick silence of the tenshu. His sharp eyes were no longer gazing contemplatively at the goban placed between the two of you and were instead fixed squarely on your face, “What is wrong?”

His question was direct, blunt and you wracked your brain to find a way to cover it up. After all, you came here to Nobunaga’s tenshu to spend time with him, to distract yourself, not mope with him by your side. You open your mouth to make your (made up) case but before you could even get a word in, Nobunaga speaks once more.

“If you’re going to respond with something along the lines of “nothing”, “everything’s fine”, “don’t worry about it” or some absurd combination of the the three,” He straightened up and was back to looking at you with those piercing eyes, “Do not waste your breath.”

Before you could respond to that too, he offers you a hand as he rises, one you subconsciously take. And a moment later you’re in his arms, shielded against the wind as the two of you look out over the city of Azuchi at dawn from the balcony.

“I know my fireball well.” His voice is soft against your ear as his arms that are wrapped around your waist from behind tighten, “Your mind is elsewhere and you are bothered, upset.”

“I don’t know what caused such a thing but I won’t pry. Yet. For now, focus on this moment. You are here, in my arms and I shall do all in my power to keep you content.”

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“When I find the one who did this, I’ll kill them.”

Kenshin stated, his slender fingers rhythmically tapping the sheath of his sword. In his defense, he didn’t start out with the declaration (he’s gotten better about threatening to kill. Perhaps being with you has softened him in some regard). Instead, he brought his army of bunnies to your room and deployed them to bring about your happiness. Only when that didn’t work did he reach for his sword.

Hastily, you convey to him that no one (or thing) was at fault for your sadness. It was just one of those days. One cannot always be happy year round, can they?

Kenshin frowned at this. In his mind ideally, you, his lover, the light of his life, should always be happy. Why should he concede to letting you know sadness at all? That being said, he understands. He stops tapping at his sword, looking to you with a softened expression while he runs through ideas on how to bring a smile back to your face.

You chuckle at this, before turning your eyes back to the beautiful garden the two of you were standing in front of.

“It’ll pass, Kenshin.” You say softly, eyes following the sway of the flowers against Echigo’s cold winds, “I’ll be okay.”

At this, your lover steps closer. Before you know it, you’re tugged gently into his arms, your head resting against his chest.

“Then allow me to stay at your side until I am certain that you are.”

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“Cut the bullshit, kitten.”

Masamune snaps, cutting you off in your attempt to try and convince him that you were okay. With a huff, you turn away from him, decidedly going to storm away from the kitchen that the two you were cooking in prior to this.

Realizing that his words might have come off more biting than he’d intended, he thwarts your move by catching your hand and keeping you there in a gentle albeit firm hold.

“Don’t.” His voice and piercing blue gaze both soften considerably once he notices the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes, “Hey, hey look-”

Keeping one hand around yours so you don’t make a dash for it and using the other to reach into a cabinet, he pulls out a small piece of candy.

“Your favorite, yeah?” He offers, “Say ah.”

Reluctantly, you do so and you can’t help but offer a meek smile of your own back to him as the sweetness of the treat spreads across your tongue.

“Good, hm?” Masamune says, his large palms coming up to cup your face, an action that you allow, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap but you know I can tell when you’re not okay, right?”

You nod because admittedly, he can. You feel the tears coming back to blur your vision once more. He softly asks what’s upsetting you again, thumbs brushing at your cheeks as if in anticipation for wiping off the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. You simply tell him it’s just been a rough day in general and that you’re at your wits end.

Gently, he wraps his arms around you, chin resting atop your head as he speaks.

“I’m sorry. You know I’d take the pain away if I could.” Masamune understood the feeling well. Some days were just bad days. You respond to this with another nod, not trusting your voice to remain steady.

“But you wanna know what helps me out on days like these?” You could hear the grin in his voice and you pulled away just enough to peek at his expression and try to decipher what he was hinting at.

His eye narrows for a fraction of a second and a moment later you were lifted up into his arms. His smile widens when he hears you let out a yelp of surprise as he placed you on the counter, placing his hands down on either side of you.

“A distraction.”

Your lover chuckles with a very telling smirk and knowing exactly what he means, you can’t help but giggle along with him.

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[ikeromantic]

Ikesen Boys React to Tattooed MC pt 1

This was an ask from @otomedad that I just had to write. I did some reading up on the history of tattooing in Japan and there was so much that I found super interesting. So! Here goes, starting with Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, and Masamune! Approx. 1500 words.

Nobunaga

“What’s this, fireball?”

You feel Nobunaga’s breath tickle your shoulder blade, his lips so close they almost brush your skin. For a moment, you don’t know what he means. It’s hard to think when parts of you are being ‘claimed’, afterall. But you smile as the memory comes back to you. Sitting on a stool, arms braced on the counter in front of you, with the buzz of the tattoo gun in your ear. “You like my koi?”

His fingers brush the inked design, tracing the outline of the leaping fish. “It is very well done.” He does not sound pleased, though he’s trying to hide it.

“You don’t.” A slight pout draws your lips out and down. 

Nobunaga stills behind you, so motionless that you don’t even feel him breathing. Just as you are about to break the silence, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest. “It is part of you, so it is beautiful.” His chin rests on your shoulder, just above the tattoo in question. “Why did you receive this mark?”

There is an unexpected tension in his voice, and you laugh to ease it before explaining. “I got it after I graduated from design. It represents my struggles, and my determination.” You turn your head to kiss his cheek. 

He regards you with a serious expression, tense despite your affection. 

“Do you really hate it?” You can’t help how vulnerable you feel as you meet his carnelian gaze.

“I told you. It is beautiful, as you are. But . . .” He pauses, a slight grimace crossing his expression. “I do not like that someone marked you. Someone else claimed this -” He leans back to spread his hand over the koi. “Every part of you is mine.”

“Are you jealous of my tattoo artist?” You grin, unable to hold back. “You know I picked the design and the colors and everything, right? He was just some guy with a good flash book . . .”

Nobunaga’s frown does not ease, though you know that he’s aware this is ridiculous. 

You snuggle back against him. “Alright, alright. I understand. If you could do tattoos, I’d get one from you, ok?”

Something mischievous flickers in his gaze and a slight smile turns up the corners of his mouth. “Yes. This is acceptable.”

You aren’t sure what he’s accepting. Nobunaga can’t do tattoos, right? Right? Whatever questions you have disappear as his lips find that sensitive spot at the back of your neck. 

Hideyoshi

You roll up your sleeves to start working on the kitchen’s herb garden. The day is warm and sunny, promising a hot afternoon. It’s a good thing you’re starting early. 

About an hour into the weeding, Hideyoshi stops by with a tray of cool water and a wide straw hat. He kneels beside you. “You know it’s bad for your skin to be exposed to sunlight for so long. Even in the morning, you can’t -” He stops midword, his mouth hanging open.

“Hm?” You look up, dusting your hands off. Before you can ask anything else, Hideyoshi grabs your elbow.

“What is this?” 

You realize he’s pointing at the serpent tattoo on your forearm. The snake curls over itself in a complex circle, with the head pointing at your wrist and the tale toward your elbow. “Oh! Erm,” you give an embarrassed laugh. “That.”

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.” Hideyoshi holds your arm up, inspecting it. “A thief. I should have guessed. What prefecture is this? Where are you really from?” The questions come lightning fast, his usual gentle lecturing tone replaced with a hard, brittleness that does not suit him at all.

“A thief? Are you serious right now?” You try to yank your arm back, going from bewildered to angry. 

Hideyoshi pulls you up to standing. “If you won’t answer my questions, maybe you’ll answer Mitsuhide’s.” He glares at you. “I can’t believe I - I called you my sister!” 

You take a breath, trying to hold in the tears suddenly threatening at the corners of your eyes. Sister. Why was this man so infuriating? First putting you in the sis-zone, and now accusing you. As if you hadn’t shared so many sweet moments. Almost-kisses. Holding hands. “Why are you freaking out about my tattoo?”

“It marks you as a criminal.” He sighs, looking away. “If you’ll come clean with me, maybe we can -”

“Come clean? Hideyoshi, I told you I’m not from here. In my ah, my village, people get tattoos because they like the way they look.” You wiggle your arm in his grasp. “This one means the cycle of life. Birth and death. Look at it!”

Hideyoshi slowly turns back to examine the mark on your arm. “It is . . . very finely done for a - a punishment.” He purses his lips. “And I do not know of a prefecture that uses a snake . . .”

You nod emphatically. “Exactly. And you know me. Hideyoshi?” Your tone brings his gaze to your face. 

He studies you for a moment. Then his grip loosens on your arm, the pad of his thumb stroking your inked flesh. “I may have, um, jumped to conclusions. My apologies.” A breath, then, “Sis.”

“Thanks.” You take your arm back, feelings still hurt. 

For a long moment, neither of you says anything. Then he drapes an arm over your shoulder, pulling you to his side. “Let me apologize properly, after work tonight. Stop by after your bath and I’ll rub some oil on your arms and legs.” Hideyoshi’s cheeks hold a faint heat. “A brother should care for his sister when she’s working so hard.”

You know he knows there’s nothing brotherly in the touches you share, but you nod in acquiescence. Then you pull away. “The garden won’t weed itself,” you say.

He grins. “I suppose not.” Hideyoshi’s hand takes yours before you can take a step. “It’s nice. Your tattoo. Once I really looked at it.”

“Thanks,” you smile back, feeling a little better. “I’m looking forward to my massage tonight.” You give him a cheeky wink. 

Masamune

You splash to the river’s surface, sputtering from the water in your mouth and nose. Masamune laughs beside you, his strong arm holding you up above the roiling surface of the water as the current pushes you both downstream.

“Maybe next time we should look for a bridge,” you shout to be heard over the river.

“Nah. Where’s the fun in that?” Masamune’s blue eye gleams with unfettered joy as he pulls you toward the opposite shore. 

Once you hit the bank and crawl out, you flop back onto the grassy hillside. “Fun? Not drowning is fun. And now I’m soaked.” You glance over to see Masamune already stripping down, laying his clothes out to dry. 

He grins when he sees your expression. “What’s the matter, kitten? Tiger got your tongue?”

“Pffft.” You sit up, ignoring the way your face heats. You shrug out of your kimono, very aware of how thin your linen underclothes are. Especially now that they are wet and clinging to your skin. 

Masamune’s appreciative look does not help. He grins unapologetically. “I should come out this way more often. Great view.”

You throw a clump of grass at him and jump up to run. He chases you, laughing, and catches you pretty quickly. 

His laughter stops with a sharp inhale. “Are you hurt?”

You realize that he’s noticed the ink on your side, a tiger in the midst of peonies. The red, pink, and orange probably look like a wound beneath the opaque cloth. “No, nothing like that.” You carefully tug the linen up to show him your tattoo. 

“Wow.” His eye is wide as he takes in the art piece. “Gorgeous.” His calloused finger brushes the skin on your side, sending a shiver across your belly and up your ribcage. “It’s like a painting.”

“Thanks.” You feel more than a little self conscious, but also gratified by his reaction. “It’s supposed to be, like, fragility and strength? Together?” You find yourself a little tongue tied, too focused on his warm hand touching you. 

Masamune finally looks up, catching your gaze. “It fits you, kitten. Strong and fragile.” His expression is more serious than you’re used to. A deeper emotion moves in the depths of his blue eye. 

The urge to kiss him is strong, but you resist. You tug the cloth back down and step away, heart beating frantically. Masamune likes to flirt, you think, that’s all. You wrack your brain for a witty comment and come up empty. 

He smiles, drops his hands. “Our clothes should dry out soon, and then we can continue on.”

“The temple better be awesome. You’ve talked it up too much to take anything less than.” Your destination is safer ground, you think, jumping right into the new topic.

Masamune laughs. “There’s not another like it anywhere.” Something about the way he says it makes you wonder if he means the temple you’re traveling to or something else. 

“Worth the trip then?”

He catches a bit of your damp hair and twirls it around a finger. “I’d say this trip is already worth it.”