#samurai the final

[aquilaofarkham]

actually this is peak female character design

[jramseyi]

Samurai Chocobo

[brbarou]

revenge lady

[starjammin]

“Hi, pretty !”

[ifthesewings--couldfly]

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how good Blue Eye Samurai is at avoiding cliches? I 100% - no, 1000% expected Fowler to find out Mizu is a woman through the classic expedient of him ripping her clothes and exposing her breasts - especially since this show doesn’t shy away from nudity. Instead, he pointed out how “his” bones break like a woman’s, and that line was so unexpected and powerful because of course Fowler would know something about women’s bones and the way they break. He’s been doing that for the past 10 years

This show, guys. This show.

[luminarai]

I’ve seen a lot of people wonder if Taigen’s gonna pull a Li Shang from Mulan once he finds out about Mizu’s Secret™️ but I mean. This man’s internal logic is already so damn weird, this might as well happen, y’know??

Bonus:

[biibini]

save a horse, ride a mizu! .ೃ࿐

nsfw blurb ab thigh riding mizu

tags: smut blurb, modern!mizu, f!reader, good ol dirty talk, teasing, thigh riding (duhh), begging, fingering, soaked panties

a/n: this thought was keeping me sane during finals week… happy holidays everyone ;)

18+ content below!

modern!mizu wouldn’t complain ab the spontaneous idea

u? on top of her, naked, riding her thigh? well yes!

in fact, she’d be curious ab the idea, even egg u on, praising u with every thrust, guiding ur hips with the firm, slender hands

“That feels good, huh?”, Mizu hummed, her right hand caressing your side.

The latter was busy guiding your hips onto her thigh. The only thing between your warmth and her thigh was your soaking lace panties, tied with a small navy blue bow, her favorite piece out of your collection.

Your head knocks back as you groan with every thrust, keeping up the steady pace as Mizu lifts her leg against your throbbing heat.

God, she was good.

modern!mizu gets a good view of ur body and loving every bit of it

having direct access of ur hips, ur thighs, ur boobs, neck, etc

it couldn’t be helped that she left a mark or two or four

it was right in front of her!

(it looked at her first)

She pulls your breasts close to her face. The feeling of her mouth latch onto the supple skin throws you off.

Wet.

Soft.

Full pleasure.

You slowed your rhythm, letting yourself breathe as Mizu started her work on your boob, leaving soft kisses. You enjoy the moment, every touch of Mizu making your brain foggy from the affection.

That is until you feel her teeth softly bite down on the side of your boob, leaving a mark to bloom later that night.

“Mizu…”, you groan, your brain malfunctioning from the pleasure.

“Mm, I know.”, she answered, her thumb tracing the size of the hickey. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Liar.”

modern!mizu can feel every drop of your juices run down her thigh

trust me, she’s not complaining

she’s intrigued at how wet u can get without having her fingers messing up ur guts

(woah who wrote that)

“I’m getting soaked here, pretty girl.”

Mizu’s hands run down to your ass, gripping onto the skin as she deepens your thrust. Your panties, once dry, is dripping wet, now painting Mizu’s thigh with your slick.

“Mmm, I’m close baby.”, you groan, continuing your deep pace, “Please Mizu, just a little more.”

Her right hand snakes down to your soaked panties, letting the other hand slow down your thrusts.

“Almost there?”, she asks, her fingers palming your throbbing entrance through the thin, light blue fabric.

She’s smiling, and you know it.

Is this a little sadistic? Maybe.

But is her pretty girl begging for more? Yes.

You nod your head, spreading your legs farther apart as Mizu pulls the fabric to the side. Now exposed, you feel two digits drag down, catching every drop of slick that was sticking onto her thigh.

A moan erupts out of you, back arching and guiding your hips against her digits in hopes of chasing the high.

“Please.”, you cry.

A digit slides into your wet core, touching your aching walls. You forgot how good it felt with her inside. Pulling in and out, your moans grow louder.

Apparently, the volume of the wet noises also grows louder. With every thrust, your hips continue to be guided by her other hand, positioning you into a deep angle. Your walls start to squeeze and spasm, building up towards your inevitable release.

“So wet.”, Mizu groans, easily slipping in a second digit.

You feel fuller, the two hitting deep into your core, curling into the ceiling of your gummy walls. With every pump, Mizu feels your walls clamp around her fingers.

“I’m so… keep going Mizu.”

She continues to thrust inside, keeping the same pace. No matter how tight your walls were, Mizu continued to pump into you.

A wave of pleasure starts to build up inside of you. You feel it start to come to its peak, your voice moaning to the pace of her fingers.

Her thumb then flicks over your throbbing clit, gently circling around the sensitive skin. The wave reached its peak, now crashing down on Mizu’s fingers. You grip onto Mizu’s shoulders, pulling her close as your pleasure filled cries echoed in her ear late into the night.

[fsnowzombie]

Armored Lady Monday

keeping up with the ffxiv classes, next one i havent done is the samurai!

not my favorite class in the game, but my anime coded brain cant help but feel the dopamine hit when they do the samurai tropey animations haha

full res image over at my patreon!

[blue-eye-samurai]

Actual Scene Vs. Concept Art

(Credit: Drew Hartel @ Instagram)

[kryptalia]

this is the only way i’m gonna pass (i showed this to my friends and they both instantly picked up their pencils and got to work)

[artfartt]

(Source for the third drawing under the undercut)

[vasira96]

dni if criticism of a thing you like will upset you, but i wanna complain about how arcane season 2 went

season 2 in isolation, there's a lot about it that i really love.

but i think when you add it to season 1, for me, the sum of the whole is less than it's parts.

and i think the reason for that is mostly cuz, i felt like season 1 was leading up to like, a war between Piltover and Zaun for Zaun's independence. and like, the people of Zaun are very clearly exploited and abused by Piltover for their resources and their labor. it paints itself like it's gonna be about a war over class injustice. especially with Ekko's super awesome anarchist commune as a form of resistance within the undercity being depicted so positively in the narrative.

and idk, with the world being the way it is, i guess i really wanted Arcane to be a story about subjugated people rising against their oppressors and winning. but the finale being about Victor's arcane magic robots just did not give me that and could not give me that, and i guess it's on me for wanting the show to follow through on what i thought was the premise of season 1, but at the end of the day, it is what it is and i fear i will just never trust studio execs to end a show in a way that is satisfying for me, which is a shame, because they have so many fucking incredible show premises on their hands, if only they would let their artists and writers cook!

[shavri-ffxiv]

Unbreakable determination

[missviviii]

a/n: shsusbsihsw i can’t— this idea has been plaguing my mind 😭

.

“A Duel For Your Hand.”

warning(s): swearing

summary: mizu knew you ever since she was a child. you two were friends, and she grew feelings for you. one day, you had to move. until one day, you saw her again, and complained to her about how your father was marrying you off to some noble.

mizu x fem!childhood crush!reader

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Long ago, when you were just a young lady, you befriended a child just your age. An outcast, but you still talked to her. Your father was a swordsman, and one that has received a blade from Master Eiji. Your father respected Eiji, often times still visiting the old man for memories and to train with him.

You were never really close to your father, but you were close to Eiji. Often times, when your father was away for business, you’d be staying with Eiji and helping alongside him here and there.

One day, you ran all the way to Master Eiji’s place to show him something cool that your father had given you. You opened the door, only to find another child around your age, a little bit shorter, holding large iron tongs while Eiji was doing his thing.

“Master Eiji, guess what my papa got me!—“ You looked over at the other child, who was staring at you very closely and almost surprised. What’s a pretty, young lady like you doing here? You were dressed nice and seemed to be far too delicate to be around sharp blades.

Eiji held up his finger, then motioned for the child to hand him the tongs. “I see you have ran all the way from your home to show me…let me guess, another hair pin?” You eagerly nodded, running over to his side and squealing about the gift your father had given you after he had returned home from whatever business he had.

“So..who are you?” You curiously asked as you turned around to face the child, who was still looking at you in awe. You noticed her blue eyes, which seemed to be so clear and mesmerizing. They were like the color of the water—so blue and pretty.. Noticing that she was staring, she cleared her throat.

“M-Mizu. Uh, I’m just staying here..” Mizu said as she scratched the back of her neck. Oh god, was she falling for you already? Well, why wouldn’t anyone—you’re so pretty and you look like an angel in her eyes.

Days turned into months. Then months turned into years. Each time that you could go down to Master Eiji’s place, you’d always be a ball of sunshine with something to talk about. Whether if it’s some hair pin your father gave to you, or a new skill you learned, you’d always talk about it to Mizu. That was until you had to move away.

Here you are, mumbling and grumbling in the cold weather while stomping your feet in the snow. Now you were a grown woman, and one that was forced to learn all the arts of being a ‘perfect wife’. You threw the charms in your hair and the hairpins to the ground, frustrated that your father had set you up with a dumb, old nobleman. You had to excuse yourself from the room and immediately ran outside to attempt to calm yourself.

“Damn, angry much?” A voice spoke out from behind you. You turned around, your first instinct was to throw one of your hairpins at the person. But they caught it with two fingers, just inches away from their eyes behind those tinted glasses. The person smirked, pulling down the tinted glasses to reveal their blue eyes. “My god, is this the treatment I get when I finally find you again?”

That voice. It was Mizu! Absolutely delighted, you immediately gasped and ran over to her, immediately tackling her into the snow while hugging her tightly. She chuckled, hand on your back while you wrapped your arms around her waist while wailing. “I missed you so much! Oh my god, you can’t believe the bullshit my father is putting me through!” Mizu only smiled, sitting up against a tree while you sat in front of her, complaining and wailing about how your father’s trying to marry you off to some man! That part made her a tad bit pissed off. A beautiful woman like yourself being married off to someone certainly not worth your time? Fuck no. Is she going to duel this guy to perhaps steal you away instead? Yep.

“Seems like you want out of this, right?” She said after you finally stopped complaining, now just curled up beside her and leaning against her arm. You nodded immediately. You now just noticed she has grown. You used to be taller, but now she’s the taller one! And my god are her hands—wait, are you growing feelings again? “I want to see this man. I’m going to kill him, you’re not marrying some snobby asshole today.”

Much to your annoyance, Mizu had fought her way through your guards and marched on into the estate with ease. You followed after her, trying to get the guards to stand down but they won’t and Mizu ends up knocking a few of them off. More mess for the cleaners to deal with. Until she kicks down the door to the room your father and that suitor was in. “My god, this is the guy? You couldn’t even find a suitable man for your daughter?” Mizu groaned, rubbing her temples in annoyance before she pointed her blade at the guy. “I want to duel you. For her hand, of course. Don’t worry, your loss will be swift and it won’t hurt all that much considering how you have no real talent.”

“You? Some beggar boy against me? Princess, do you have any idea how stupid you are?!” The man yelled, standing up and kicking over the table. Your father glared at you, also yelling at you how unladylike it is so choose white trash over a real man.

Ah, that ticked Mizu off, and you already had a feeling this guy was about to get his ass whooped.

Nothing better than to sit on a rock in your backyard, watching in amusement how your drunk, clearly reeking of alcohol and a snobbish piece of trash of a suitor was holding a sword against Mizu. Mizu stood there, circling the man carefully while her blade was pointed right at him, waiting for him to strike.

One, two, three You counted down, and Mizu strikes just as you hit three. You watched very intently, leaning forward as Mizu absolutely decimated that poor man. “Beat his ass!” You loudly yelled to cheer on Mizu, in which you received a slap on the back of your head by your father, who wasn’t at all happy. Mizu glanced over at you and smirked, determined to win your hand in marriage.

“Got you,” Mizu casually said as she swung her leg out and tripped the man, making him fall face first into the snow while the tip of her blade rests right beside his head. He groaned in pain as his body collided into the snow and grunted, yelling about how Mizu was no man, but a monster from hell.

“You did it! I mean, of course you did!” You loudly shouted as you ran over to her side, pulling her into a big hug while she wrapped one arm around your waist. You looked up at her, finding a small smile on her lips before she kissed your forehead.

“You’re mine now, Princess.”

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a/n: sishwjsibesjhsbs

[felisgalactus]

So this is what I’ve been thinking about for the past three weeks.

I’m a Warrior Cats kid I wasn’t built for drawing robots! Especially Megatron for some reason he’s hard. I’m compromising by making them cartoonish little creatures.

[un-pearable]

on the topic of samurai lloyd….. it’s time to bring back my personal favorite goofy s1 au. samurai y: in which lloyd figures out nyas identity first and blackmails (according to lloyd)/is so adorable he convinces (according to nya) her to make him another, smaller mech. it’s green bc that’s the color of poisooooonnnnnnnnn >:D