#sengoku babble

[daeva-agas]

Reread the "Nobunao" post again.

I completely forgot one of the letters was about dispatching some guy on the subject of the fire on Tamaru. This would not make any sense for one guy to be signing off for the other LOL. Unless maybe my dumbass lord was actually away from his own castle, and was with his brother or was at Azuchi because Nobu called him. But it really don't make sense why he would be signing off under someone else's name.

My conspiracy is ruined LOL.

If Nobutada himself is the one who fucked up his own name, I'm curious now if 直 is actually very commonly used as "tada" in names back in the Sengoku. So like, maybe he has been writing stuff to his vassals and then he forgot how to write his own name because he has been repeatedly writing 直.

Because I have seen in the old texts reaally screwy typos where, like, Ota Gyuuchi seemed like he was about to write "Shinano" 信濃 instead of "Nobunaga" 信長 by mistake, and then scribbled it up to fix it.

He also messed up writing "Akechi" 明智 and it came out kind of being 朋知 instead:

So, you know. Typos/screwy names do happen.

[diablademon]

School girl antics.

[nocandnc]

While it was only a short sequence, the anime did a great job depicting what I'd call Jinka's "start of darkness" of sorts, or at least the start of him hating humans to the point of active malice.

Little Jinka stopping to pet his friend's claws before picking up claws of his own - him stepping over the trail of blood and crossing the line into murder...

Just really well done.

[katsukse]

I swear on god Sengoku is the biggest pos in One Piece… HOW on goddamn earth you forget about the most obvious possibility : coating ?!?

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I’ve seen artwork of Eri dressing as erasure head and Miro. Can you write reactions for each of the Straw Hats, White beard, Shanks, Mihawk, Ryleigh Etc.

-A sense of dread washed over the vast seas, like something dangerous was about to happen, putting many on edge as they tried to find the source of it.

-The answer came in letters delivered to different individuals around the world, the letters themselves seemed to have the aura of death around them, which made several scared to open them, that is until they saw who they were from.

-Garp was your first victim of your newest activity, playing dress up, and he opened the envelope to find a letter from you, telling you that you missed him, along with a crayon drawing, but when a photo fluttered out, landing on the ground…

-Coby and Sengoku were the one to find Garp unresponsive, crying out to him, thinking he was dead before they noticed the photo in his hand, taking it before Coby fell back, clutching his chest, seeing it was a photo of you, dressed up like Garp, like a marine.

-Sengoku couldn’t help but chuckle softly, realizing how ‘dangerous’ you actually were.

-Your next victim was Perona, as the photo of you dressed as Mihawk made her melt with cuteness, gushing on how adorable you were. Mihawk was a bit calmer, but he was gushing just as much inside, unable to handle your cuteness before he smiled almost evilly, “I wonder if Red Hair got one?”

-Benn was exasperated as Shanks was on his side, a puddle of tears surrounding him as he was babbling, unable to form a single coherent word, ugly crying. Your photo reminded him of when he was younger on Roger’s crew, wearing Luffy’s hat and you were wearing a huge smile on your face.

-Whitebeard was admitted to the clinic with heart related issues, overwhelmed with cuteness, after seeing you dressed as him, wearing his giant cloak, as he recognized the surrounding area from when you were in Wano.

-Whitebeard got your photo enlarged and framed, putting it up in the galley so everyone could behold your unbearable cuteness.

-Law didn’t let anyone see the letter or the photo, because the moment he took a peek at the photo, he sprinted to his room so nobody would see him gushing, seeing you with one of Zoro’s swords over your shoulder and hugging a giant polar bear plush.

-Zeff was much like Whitebeard, enlarging your photograph, wearing a little chef outfit and hat, with your hair braided in front of your face, mimicking his mustache, he was proud while the other cooks were all dying from cuteness.

-The Straw Hats were all dying, seeing you dressed up like the each of them, holding, or trying to hold Zoro’s three swords and Usopp’s slingshot, wearing Chopper’s hat and holding cotton candy, wearing one of Sanji’s suit jackets, holding a lollipop in the kitchen, wearing one of Franky’s Hawaiian shirts doing his Super pose, wearing Luffy and Ace’s hats, wearing a child’s sized version of Jinbei’s yukata, holding Brooke’s violin, holding a map in Nami’s grove- each one of them were overwhelmed with emotions, finding you so adorable.\

-Robin was happy to do this, when you came to her, wanting to play dress up, as she got to make a photo album of all your adorable photos.

-You were clever however, as you got to surprise everyone else, as you enlisted Nami’s help with taking a photo of you wearing Robin’s cowboy hat and a pair of glasses, holding one of her books.

-When Robin came into your shared bedroom to put the last photo in the book, she was surprised to see her photo for you sitting on her desk, waiting for her. Tears welled in her eyes as she smiled, overwhelmed with joy that you thought of her as well.

[olinblogin]

Someone requested this but I lost the request so I hope they see this TAT

I also added Mihawk speaking Spanish in this- I’m using google translate so please correct me if I said anything wrong :3

CROCODILE X GN!TIMID/SHY!READER X MIHAWK

Shuffling through your papers, your hands shook and nearly made you drop all of them. It was the first time you’d ever been complicit in a Warlord meeting.

They usually didn’t let you into these kinds of meetings since you were just a lower rank, but still a bit higher than cadets. Only reason you were here is because Sengoku got sick with something and Garp is too busy trying not to choke on rice crackers to deliver this speech.

Sighing, you mumbled words of assurance tk yourself, “it’s fine, I got this. I got this.” you tried and tried, but it only seemed to make you more afraid and aware of you soon being in the presence of the seven deadliest pirates of the sea… well… apart from the four Yonkou’s, that is.

Twisting the knob to the room where they usually held these kinds of things. All seven warlords were sat around a table, some chattering about, some paying zero mind. The babbling consisted of Gecko Moria trying to threaten Bartholomew Kuma… and he wasn’t reacting, only sitting through his Bible he carried at all times.

Thankfully they didn’t seem to pay mind to you… besides two of them. By far some of the most intimidating of the two, Dracule Mihawk, and Crocodile.

Mihawk’s eyes bore into you as you walk past, golden eyes piercing into the back of your head as if he was skimming you with them. Choking back a shudder, you sped-walk towards Garp, who was, of course, eating rice crackers. You two whispered among each other; and thankfully, he had that relationship with you that calmed your severe anxiety. You saw him as a grandfather in a way… even if not blood related..

Letting out a little sigh, you positioned yourself in front of the table, clearing your throat and catching the attention of all seven of the pirates.

“I.. uhm-.. as you all likely know, there’s been a spike in pirate attacks and raiding in the east blue… we’ve tried stationing marine galleons in those areas but there seems to be some that are infiltrated and firing at marine ships that come in. As much as we’d like to limit violence as much as we possibly can and put an end to those pirates reins; we do need your help. We ask you to please, if possible, go into the East blue and search for their marine galleons that have been hijacked. We understand this is likely frustrating we’ve had to call on all of you do many times..-“

Your speech was cut off by Doflamingo, to which you fought back a sneer at his audacity.

“So you want us to go beat around some low-lives, that’s it? Fufufu… and might I ask what you of all people are delivering this speech for. I thought it was supposed to be Sengoku blabbering on. Not a pretty thing such as yourself… such a shame you ended up in the marines, though.” He scoffed. You couldn’t help but recognized the not-so-discreet glares from Mihawk and Crocodile sent his way… they were just oozing with Conquerer’s Haki.

“Please allow me to finish my speech, then we can talk afterwards…” you say meekly.

“But why? I’m just stating how it’s a waste of such a beauty as yourself getting pushed into the Marines like this. Why don’t you come back to my kingdom with me, I promise I’ll treat you right and make you feel bliss you’ve never f—“ with that, Garp had cut him off, “I’d like to ask you to please be quiet as Y/N said; save any questions for after they are done giving their speech.”

You gave a quiet ‘thanks’ to Garp, resuming your speech.

The meeting flew by faster than you thought… and you were thankful for that.

You skittered out of the room… after you have the speech Garp had promised to let you go around town for a bit… you slipped off your uniform and slid yourself into a black tank top and some cargo shorts.

Shuffling out of your room and out of the marine base, you wandered aimlessly around town; not having any goal in mind besides just looking around.

“Hello.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard a voice behind you.

A smooth, soft voice may you add.

Spinning around you nearly stumbled and fell, catching yourself clumsily.

“My apologies for startling you, cosa bonita.” You recognized the man as Dracule Mihawk. His cold, golden eyes were unblinking, staring into your very soul… it was no wonder he was called ‘Hawk-Eye Mihawk’.

“Oh.. uhm. That’s fine.” You’d mutter.

There was an awkward silence.

“Well, uhm… it was nice talking to you..” you turned to leave, shuddering when you felt his cold, calloused hand grab your wrist. “Wait, cariño, por favor. I have a proposition… one I believe you might be interested in.” His words lingered in your mind.

A deal? What was he about to say…

“Don’t scare the poor thing. They’d be better off with me anyhow, considering how freaky your place is.”

This time, a rougher voice. In a gust of sand whirling around, you covered your eyes with your arm, shielding then from the whipping sand until it formed a person, Crocodile. You could see the curl of Mihawk’s nose; offended by Crocodile’s backhanded insult… you felt meek. You were practically sandwiched between these two warlords.

“I’ll have you know.. the gothic architecture of my home is authentic.” You could hear the sass in Mihawk’s voice…

“Wait..- Wait, What Are you two talking about..? Does this have to do with Mihawk’s.. uh.. proposition?”

“The proposition. Right. How forgetful of me, mi amado.” Mihawk said thoughtfully. “I would like you to come back with me.” Your eyes must’ve been wide as saucers… because Crocodile smirked, flicking ash from his cigar. “Seems there’s a bit of a competition. I was going to ask the same thing. You should come with me; I’d shower you with gifts of gold. You’d be the ruler alongside me.” Crocodile spoke sweetly, soothing and convincing, his hand slithering up your arm until he rested a hand on your hot cheeks.

“I don’t believe they would enjoy waking to the hot desert every day. Besides, that would be quite agitating, the sand in your eyes, si, Mi amada?” Mihawk spoke just as smoothly. “I would cook meals for you every night. We could unwind in my study and drink wine… I have the finest server to you.”

“Tch. That’s nothing.” Crocodile mused.

“That does sound lovely, really but..” you cleared your throat and stepped back. “but I’d prefer to stay here, I think. I don’t really want to leave here because I don’t really want to leave Garp behind-“

“That slag will be fine on his own.” Crocodile interrupts, biting down on the cigar in his mouth.

“I know he’ll be fine.. I mean- yeah, he’s more than capable of taking care of himself. It’s more of an emotional attachment than anything.” The two let out a quiet ‘ah’ as they listened intently, softening their posture when you’d back away. After a moment of awkward silence you scooter away, “it was a pleasure meeting you, goodbye.” Before you scurry along the streets, getting lost in the crowd of people who battered the merchant stalls and haggled.

The stress collapsed when you could smell the familiar scent of spices. Even if the streets were as crowded as they were, you still felt a sense of comfort knowing there were people around.

A horrible fear of being alone, you had.

Through the winding crowd you finally made it to your safe space among the cliff side overlooking the vast ocean, a particularly beautiful glint among the oceans currents that the sun beamed down on.

Taking out your rice cakes you packed for your lunch-break you chowed down like a starving dog.

“It seems they don’t give you proper portions of food in the marines,” you nearly squealed out of fear and choked on your rice cake, whipping around to see Mihawk looming over you.

“N-no.. they feed us proper portions—.. ᴵ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ..” you spoke after swallowing a large portion of the rice cake that went down quite painfully.

“Is that so. Hm. If that were the case would you not be in the mess hall, and eating the food they provide, cariño?” He questioned smoothly, standing by you, keeping eye contact with you.

It made a flush creep up your neck.

“I get really anxious when being around people—“

“But you seemed to feel quite comfortable in that crowd not much earlier,”

You pursed your lips shut, unsure what to say. When the words finally came to you, they came out much meeker than you’d wished; “I guess I’m just really anxious at work..?”

Mihawk’s eyes narrowed, royal golden eyes pierced yours. “I see.” He said simply.

You both say in a somewhat comfortable silence as you—as quietly as you could—finished your lunch. “Where’s uhm..- Crocodile?” You asked, cleaning up your area a bit. “I’m not sure where that oaf has gone. There’s no need to worry for someone as he is, Querida.” Mihawk would hum quietly.

Just as if on cue, it was like Crocodile materialized behind you two. “Don’t taint the dear’s mind, you enigmatic man. We both know they need someone with real emotion.” You had no clue what to say after it clicked in your head.

Were they truly fighting for your affection?

A few comments—mainly from Crocodile—were passed, until both turned to you.

“Well, who will you choose?”

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter 41: Phone Home - Has Katsu gotten Aki to the future in time to save him?

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3��

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

Please take me to the right Kyoto! To the right time. I hung on to Aki so tightly that I could imagine him groaning, though the sensory deprivation of the wormhole meant that any noise I heard was an auditory hallucination.

Then, slowly, I did hear sounds… sounds I hadn’t heard for seven years…

Cars…

Busses…

Honks…

The hum of electricity...

And the screaming of tourists who were shocked to see two people manifest in front of their eyes.

Modern Japan… it was familiar, but not really home. Not anymore.

Had I been alone I would have taken time to breathe it in, to readjust to the noise and the crowd and the people. But Aki needed immediate medical treatment, so I stepped forward and announced to the circle of freaked out tourists in my best 'I went to art school and this is the only job I am qualified for' voice. "Historical Reenactments. Daily at the Azuchi Castle Ruins."

The tourists all nodded sagely, as if they saw such stunts often. Once the initial crowd moved off, I took out the paper with Sasuke's phone number, and approached a girl about my age. "Excuse me. My phone battery just died." I waved Iekane's device at her as an explanation. "Can I borrow yours? I need to call my boss before I get marked late for my day job."

She bowed politely and handed over a phone about ten generations newer than the last one I had owned. It had a custom case with some K-Pop band on it. If I had never left this time, perhaps I would be a fan. But I had, and the band on the case, though all adorable, also looked impossibly young.

I almost felt like more of a fish out of water than I ever had in the Sengoku.

With any luck I was both in the right timeline and that my timeline’s Sasuke had the same phone number of the Sasuke I had just left. Mentally crossing my fingers, I entered the number and waited. While the phone continued to ring, I kept half my attention on Aki, who was slumped over on the bench. If Sasuke didn’t answer, I would need to try-

"Mikumo Sasuke." Sasuke's neutral tones directed towards what would be an unknown number.

"Sasuke. It's Katsuko." Not yet five minutes in modern Japan and I'd already reverted to the name of my childhood. "Katsu. I'm at Honno-ji."

I turned away from the girl and lowered my voice. "I've got Aki with me, and I need to get him to a hospital."

The quick-witted Sasuke didn’t ask questions. "We'll be right there."

"Thanks." He'd already hung up. I gave the phone back to the girl and repeated my thank you to her.

"No worries. Great costume. Looks really authentic." With a bow, she headed into the shrine.

Crouching next to Aki, I propped him up under my shoulder. "Don't you dare die on me now old man."

"I’ll do my best." The words were faint, and I could feel his fever radiating off him.

"I'm sure the hospital can fix you right up." I wasn't sure, but now that there was nothing to do but wait, I was babbling uselessly. Every once in a while, a concerned Samaritan would ask if Aki was ok, and I kept repeating that help was coming.

And eventually, a long shadow fell over both of us, and a familiar warm spiced voice said, "Sasuke didn’t tell me his friend was a forest Goddess."

Right. This Shingen hasn't met me.

I looked up at the modern version of the main I had just said goodbye to less than an hour (plus or minus 450 years) ago. The cargo pants, grey henley shirt and leather bomber jacket didn’t look out of place on him at all, although the barely healed surgical scar on his chest and flirtatious look he directed at me certainly did.

With my father half draped over me, it was not the time to go into that, so I introduced myself briefly, while Shingen helped Aki to his feet and propped himself under the uninjured shoulder. "Where is Sasuke?"

"Out front in his motorized palanquin." Shingen gave a little grunt as Aki dumped his entire weight on the taller man. Realizing that this Shingen was probably fresh out of the hospital himself, I hurried to Aki’s other side and carefully maneuvered myself around his wound.

Together we half carried Aki to the street, where an SUV was hovering near the bus stop. Leaving the motor idling, Sasuke leaped out. “Greetings and salutations, Katsu,” he said as he helped settle Aki across the back seat.

I don't remember much about the trek across town. Sasuke drove like a Yokai on acid, zipping through stoplights that turned red as we sped past. The streets blurred out the window, and now that the responsibility for Aki was divided up, the-time travel (and Sasuke’s driving) caught up to me.

Feeling vaguely sick to my stomach, I shut my eyes. No Mitsuhide to hold your hair if you barf here. Or put mint oil on – Weird… I could almost smell the mint.

Opening my eyes, I saw that Shingen was holding a tin of Mintia in front of me. "Try this. I keep them around just for these travels."

Ah. So Sasuke always drove like this. Good. To. Know. "Thanks." I popped a couple of the strong mints into my mouth, and indeed, it did help with the nausea, even when Sasuke whipped a turn so sharply that both Shingen and I grabbed onto the armrests for stability.

Thanks to Sasuke's University I. D., we managed to get Aki admitted through emergency services and by some miracle Aki's biometrics were already in the hospital system. The only real difficulty occurred when the admitting staff asked how he had managed to receive a gunshot wound, and why had it been allowed to go untreated for so long.

"I'm rather curious to know the answer to that myself." I heard Shingen tell Sasuke.

Yes, he would definitely want to know about the movement of battles in 1582 – he probably was even now wondering if Kasugayama had been under attack when I left that era.

To the doctors and nurses, I kept answering, "I don't know." Without any inside knowledge about present day Kyoto's crime scene, it would be hard to make up a good story. Any detail I created would be investigated by the police, "he only said he was attacked and robbed." I then drew on my now honed by Mitsuhide acting skills and put a sob into my voice. "Please, is my dad going to be ok?"

To my horror, I felt a real tear escape. Not completely acting. Unnerved by my tears, the hospital staff ended their interrogation and directed us to a family waiting area, while Aki was wheeled off to parts unknown in the bowels of the hospital.

Shingen liberated a box of tissues from the nurses’ station (by which I mean he flirted with the staff until they gave it to him) and set it on the table next to a seriously uncomfortable plastic chair.

Ok breathe. This is a University Hospital. It’s a top-rated trauma center. It will be fine. Breathe.

Once I had again composed myself, Sasuke, who had been typing on a tablet at warp speed, turned to me. "Are you interested in reading a library of protocols for treating gunshot wounds and blood poisoning?"

Timing, Sasuke. Timing.

I must have looked as appalled as I felt, for he hurried to add. "This is not from Dr Google, but actual medical journals... not that I've personally vetted them of course. I'm not a doctor I'm a physicist."

"That was funnier the first time you told it to me." Were we private enough to go into this here? There were other people in this room. Granted, they were likely dealing with their own issues, but...

"I do not recall making this joke in the past." Sasuke darted a quick look at the other people in the waiting room, then typed something into his tablet. My hypothesis seems too fantastical to mention.

I reached for the tablet. “May I?”

He nodded, so I began two finger typing a response. Ugh. I guess some skills you lose in seven years. Both Shingen and Sasuke leaned over me to watch my response form one letter at a time.

Aki shot in 1578. Took him through a wormhole to 1586 different timeline. You and that timeline’s Shingen helped me get him here.

“Holy crap on a cracker!” His exclamation, and the fact that he nearly shot out of his seat, earned us all dark looks from the others in the room. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Multiverses.”

I nodded. Hopefully that would satisfy him for now. At the moment, I didn’t have the mental capacity to explain more, either verbally, or on the tablet. Luckily, that set Sasuke off on another mad typing excursion, and Shingen, at least satisfied that he hadn’t missed an important battle, took another look at me, and offered to get some food. "What do you like to eat, Angel? The bistro in the lobby has very good pastry. I have tried it all.”

"Oh. Maybe just tea and soup." I had no urge to test a seven-years-in the- Sengoku digestive system on anything heavy (the shock to my intestines when I first arrived in 1575 had been a painful enough experience that I was in no hurry to repeat). Shingen nodded and made himself scarce.

With Sasuke still in mad scientist mode, I finally took a moment to glance through the paperwork I’d been given in intake and realized that Sasuke had pulled both academic and financial strings here.

"Thank you," I said to Sasuke when he had paused in his typing. "I don't know how I'll repay you--."

"It's not an issue." Sasuke gestured to his tablet. "You are making infinite contributions to my scientific knowledge." Wait until you get a look at this device. It was not the best location to show him that… not with all the witnesses about, let alone any closed circuit cameras that might be in the area.

Given my circumstances, I was going to have to rely on his charity for a day or so. While I did at least have the numbers and passcodes to Aki's accounts in that letter, without an I. D. I wouldn’t be able to access them. Granted, I could probably get a replacement for all my papers with a vague 'travelling, got robbed' excuse, but it wouldn't be immediate.

With those practicalities, and the trying-not-to-think-about-it concern over Aki circling in my mind, I gratefully accepted a comforting bowl of ramen when Shingen returned (also with a bag of pastry and a carrier containing three to-go cups). From the smell, it seemed like Sasuke was drinking a seriously dark roast coffee, which I guess also explained his typing speed. The smell reminded me of Francisco's office and for a moment I pictured myself back then all those weeks ago - when Francisco had offered Mitsuhide a cup of coff— and then an earlier memory superimposed over that one.

“You ought to be able to perform both at the same time.” Mitsuhide motioned me over to the writing desk, opened the drawer for like… three seconds… and then slammed it shut again. “What is in the drawer, brat?”—

My mental picture slid to when I searched Francisco's office to retrieve my letter. There... had been a gun in the drawer. I'd been so focused on Aki that it hadn't registered at the time. But it had not been in there when I was there last week (two weeks ago? Time flies when you’ve got wormholes). Sure, owning a gun would not be unusual for a Portuguese merchant. But I had never seen Francisco use a gun. Well… something just felt off.

Damn it. Not for the first time I wished Mitsuhide were around so that I could talk about this with him! (And wouldn't he tease me about it too!).

"Ms. Yamaoka?" A doctor entered the room with an electronic tablet in her hand. "I wanted to update you on your father's condition."

I jumped to my feet, aware that behind me, Shingen and Sasuke had done so as well, just to support me.

"We removed the bullet without any major complications." She hesitated and I realized that this was going to be one of those good news, bad news situation. "However, the infection at the site of the wound and the fever has put him at high risk for a cascading multi organ failure."

I felt a reassuring pat on my shoulder. Shingen. It was the pat of an authority figure to a subordinate, an 'I'm here to help if you want’ kind of thing, and I appreciated that he had dropped the flirtatious exterior. The slight clicking behind me suggested that Sasuke was already looking up all the potential treatments in the medical library. "We'll do everything we can to support his system, but to give the antibiotics a chance to work, we've put him into a medically induced coma." She paused, waiting for me to ask additional questions, but I had gotten the gist of it.

She handed me a few informative packets on their treatment and on patient family support options. The paperwork was a bit overwhelming, when all I wanted right now was, "Can I see him?"

The doctor frowned. "Visiting hours technically ended-"

Shingen edged closer to her. "Doctor. You are truly a Goddess of Healing. We're grateful for everything you do. All my young friend needs is a few minutes with her father, just to ease her mind."

Ha. Apparently that charisma could be deployed at will and with military precision. I was granted five minutes but warned that he wouldn't know I was there.

I was used to Aki seeming bigger than life, but now, hooked up to several machines, he looked drained and very old. As warned, he didn’t register my presence, so I simply sat and held his hand, as if that could be a conduit to transfer my energy to him.

When my time was up, I leaned over him and whispered, "Aki, if you don't recover, I am turning your spy network over to Takauji."

It was the smell of coffee that awoke me the following morning. I sat up on the futon and looked around the room, taking in details that I had been too tired to notice the night before. Sasuke's two-bedroom high rise condo was sleek and ultra-modern. Given how much of a history buff he was, I was surprised at how no-frills it was in terms of decor. It kind of seemed... not him.

In spite of the stark decor, it was comfortable, full of every imaginable convenience. I'd half slept through my first shower in seven years, then, with my hair still wet, I had fallen asleep almost instantly on the futon in the living room (both Sasuke and Shingen had offered to give up their bedrooms for me, but I had insisted that I would be fine on the futon for a few days).

Something clicked and beeped, and I finally located the smell of coffee as emanating from a complicated looking automatic espresso machine. It was the only visible appliance in the open kitchen. The thing beeped again, and, as if on cue Sasuke shuffled out of his room, hair flopping everywhere, glasses slightly askew, and made a beeline for the machine.

Recognizing a caffeine addict when I saw one, I waited for him to get a few sips into his system before engaging in conversation. "How in the world did you manage to survive in the Sengoku without coffee?"

"Indeed, it was one of the only thing I neglected to factor into my decision making when I initially went back in time. However the benefits of immersive historical and scientific research outweighed the inconvenience of the pre-Dutch explorer era." He finished his first coffee, poured another cup, then pulled an electric kettle out of some neat hidden cupboard, filled it with water, and plugged it in.

"Aki's friend Francisco had coffee - when we get back, I should connect the two of you.'' And also question Francisco about the gun. But that was something to worry about later. I had more pressing issues to deal with. “Did the hospital call with updates to Aki’s condition?” Sasuke had left his details with the hospital, since I was still without a phone.

Sasuke held up one finger, slipped back into his room at a much faster pace than he had left it, and returned with his phone. "No messages," He handed it to me. "I presume you want to call?"

He was correct in that, and once I had made it through the frustratingly complicated hospital voice system (yeesh, it was easier to get a message to someone in the Sengoku era than it was to get a live person on the phone) only to be told that Aki’s condition was unchanged, Sasuke had set out a bowl and whisk, and a packet of tea.

By the time I had prepared the tea, taking comfort in the fact that this at least had not changed from the Sengoku era, Shingen joined us. He had either slept in, or put on a kimono, and he looked a bit more like the Shingen I had met in 1586, although he was unhealthily thin; a condition that I imagined would change soon enough if he kept eating sweet pastry for breakfast.

Once we had all gathered our respective food and drink items to the table and taken a few bites to sate our hunger, Shingen asked again the question that I imagine had been nagging at him all night. "How did your father get shot?"

And so once again, I found myself explaining how and when I found Aki, but, not wanting him to question too much about 1586 (I was in no mind space to handle the awkwardness of explaining that his alternate was in love with an alternate version of me), I skipped right to the device, knowing that Sasuke would take over as soon as he saw it.

After explaining what Sasuke Mach 1586 had discovered about the thing so far, I turned it, and the letter he had written to himself over to him, and had the rare experience of seeing his face light up with scientific glee. "Holy crap on a cracker - it's a... I don't know what to call it."

"We were joking that it’s a mini-flux capacitor." Although who knows maybe that is what it was.

"Though I wouldn't dare question your scientific knowledge Sasuke," Shingen looked at the device warily. "I do not want you to accidentally transport us to yet another place in time."

"At the moment, it's coded to me, so we should be ok." Just to be extra safe, I folded my hands in my lap.

Sasuke scanned the letter to himself, making happy murmurs about science and multiverses. Then he set the letter down and sighed happily. “My day is complete. My alternate Sasuke has evidence of yet another alternate Sasuke.” He turned the device over and over in his hand.

“Yeah, according to Katsuko, there are at least four of us, so there are likely four of you too and-“

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

The device vibrated violently, let out an electronic beep, and a tiny green light began blinking.

"Sasuke... what did you do?" Shingen's voice had gotten ominously quiet. I glanced around the room, looking for that odd ripple I had seen each time the device activated, but at least on that end things were normal.

"I have not begun any actions that would cause it to activate," Sasuke set the thing down. "Whatever just initiated was automatic."

"Like a self-destruct program?" Yeesh. And I'd been carrying that thing in my kimono.

"Perhaps. Or a homing beacon."

The blinking light intensified in speed, let out another SQUEE.

Then the light went out and it silenced.

@bestbryn @selenacosmic @lyds323 @lorei-writes @tele86 @akitsuneswife

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello there, i hope you are doing alright fellow human being

I was wondering if I could ask for headcanons for Corazon (one piece) x fem! Reader who had a traumatic past because of the marine and Corazon was involved in it ? (She forgives him when she realise he participated)

Thanks ! Have a good day/night !

headcanons, huh? well as with all my headcanons, this is shorter than usual. Also, this is just how I see things playing out and how I see him reacting. Hope you like it and thank you for being patient with me.

Warnings: talk of trauma, talk of Corazon’s death, Corazon lying to reader

Word Count: 555

When you first tell him about it and how it affected you, he’s worried

He remembers taking part in it

It’s not one of his prouder moments and the moment you tell him about what it did to you, he downright regrets it.

Hides it from you or at least tries to hide it from you

Becomes really jumpy around you because he’s afraid of telling you and how you’ll react

Is more prone to mistakes than ever

You become super suspicious because of how he’s acting

He’s also infinitely more attentive and cuddly because he feels really guilty

And because he’s afraid that he’ll lose you if you ever find out. 

It’s one night when he thinks your asleep that you find out

He starts apologizing to your ‘sleeping’ form over and over again

The regret and sorrow is clear in his voice

It’s kind of like that moment in the anime/manga where he’s drunk and talking to ‘sleeping’ Law.

Except he’s not drunk, he’s just guilt ridden. 

You turn over and look at him, showing him that you’re actually awake, he screams in surprise

As soon as his fear subsides, he’s on all fours, bowing to you and apologizing like crazy

Seriously, he will not shut up to let you talk

He’s also crying a lot

It isn’t until you gently put a hand on him that he stops babbling and glances up at you

The moment you forgive him (and have assured him that you’re absolutely certain), he’s holding you close… and still crying

Will not let you go, seriously, he will carry you back to bed, wrap himself around you, and you will not be going anywhere.

You will have a very tall, very clumsy puppy following you around for a while afterwards

Will repeatedly apologize to you or ask if you’re sure you’ve forgiven him for days.

Not even kidding, I hope you’re patient because he won’t let up.

It’s kind of sweet that he feels so bad about it though because it shows you how much he cares.

It irritates Doflamingo how Corazon won’t leave you alone.

He needs his brother to get shit done, not follow you around for reasons he doesn’t know.

You both make up the excuse that his clumsiness somehow caused you harm.

Your relationship is a lot stronger after that

He also promises to never, ever hide anything from you again. 

He then proceeds to tell you all about how he grew up with Sengoku because of this.

He also tells you a lot about his life as a marine. 

And how he’s undercover.

Which you’d already figured out because you’re smart.

You still don’t like that marines and still have trauma, but you don’t say anything about him being a marine because you love him. 

He’s literally the only marine you don’t dislike.

After he dies your hatred is all turned towards Doflamingo

Also, you agree to meet with Sengoku.

You still don’t like marines and aren’t crazy about Sengoku but you respect him for raising Cora.

You and Sengoku meet on the anniversary of Cora’s death to talk about him, bring flowers to his grave, etc.

Sengoku thinks of you as a daughter because of how much Corazon loved you. 

You begrudgingly accept that he refers to you as his daughter. 

[colourless-hydrangeas]

Why exactly three hearts? WHY? Why must you remind me of the three gold drinking cups made of skulls?

Those skull cups were never used for drinking, just for display. The images floating around on the Internet are props from a TV drama set.

EDIT: WAIT WE HAVE ANATOMICALLY ACCURATE EMOJI???

The things I make out of boredom...

Used Nobunaga just because he's one of the weirdest among my favourites. The historical one is sometimes weirder than fictional Nobunagas sometimes, so it's okay. You're not telling me that a man who named his first child "Weird" is not weird himself.

[ka-go-me]

𝟑-𝟓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒:

Green

Blue

Pink

Yellow

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

Lilies

Strawberries

Lavender

Lilacs

Warm Milk

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎���:

Seifuku: This is probably the most iconic outfit that Kagome is seen in. Her middle school uniform is the main thing she wears throughout the entire series, both manga and anime. It's durable, cheap, and can stand repeated washings. It's green, white and red. She also has a high school seifuku that is mostly blue with a plaid pleated skirt, but she's only seen in that for a few chapters/episodes at the end.

Kosode no Hakama: This is what she is in mostly for RP. She wears it more post-series as she is a miko and now lives primarily in the Sengoku Jidai. It's also extremely comfortable and more durable than her seifuku, I'd say.

Kimono/Junihitoe: Special occasions call for special clothing. And those times when she isn't being a miko. She often wears kimono around the shiro that she and Inuyasha live in with their pups and the help they have. It's an elegant and simplistic way of dressing. She wears junihitoe on very special occasions, such as the rare as hell times when she and Inuyasha have to pose as daimyo and hime for outside visitors.

Modern Era: In the modern era, post-series, she often wears leather and pleather outfits. You can also find her occasionally in short skirts and semi-baggy tops. She rarely wears jeans.

jewelry: For these accessories--she doesn't have or use much. She always has one red ruby pendant earring in her left earlobe, but that's generally about it. She's not really one to dress up in sparkly bangles that often. Though she does have a necklace she got from her bff recently that she wears often now.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒:

Bow & Arrows: Her in-hand weapon of choice for running around the Sengoku fighting youkai. You rarely see her away from home without it. She's got strong upper body muscles due to using it for so many years.

Yellow Backpack: Or her yellow monster that could eat the world, as I like to call it. She has this for during canon things, and she carries her text books, food, extra clothes, and First Aid in it. 'The backpack has been since upgraded to a denim knapsack for post series things, and she carries medicines, first aide and other little things in it.

Ruby Pendant Earring: This earring is a relic and reminder of a bygone era where the inu-tachi did more than time travel. It was part of a set of jewelry called the Gems of Kali, and the pieces when all together could open up a portal across the world. This earring was fused to her left earlobe in the use of the jewelry set, and she can no longer remove it as she could the rest. Therefore, it's always with her.

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄:

She chews her lips a lot. This action usually shows either thought, reluctance, or nervousness.

Blushes often. She blushes all the time because she's often embarrassed or when she's being complimented.

She tilts her head frequently. When she does it, she's showing interest or curiosity.

She crosses her arms quite a bit. Usually, it indicates she's either annoyed, off-center, or just doesn't know what to do with her arms.

She also puts her hands on her hips. Often indicates when she's being stern-or funny.

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒:

Temple steps through Tori gates hidden deep along a mountain path with the greens of summer and beams of sunlight breaking through the foliage.

Plum and sakura blossoms blooming in the spring, coating the ground with their pink and white petals, which also float through the air on the currents of spring time zephyrs.

A girl in kosode no hakama standing in a field of flowers with a babbling brook firing practice arrows at a tree with her bow and arrows.

The deep woods as rain falls the droplets sparkling in the scant light from a cloud-covered moon.

A court lady sitting on the verandas outside of a shoji door, looking out over a serene garden with a koi pond and bridge as she sips tea calmly.

tagged by: @adversitybloomed (thanks dear~ Sorry it's so late. xD 💗💚) tagging: @peculiarbeauty, @sparesovereign, @kamigakushi, @seachant, @loneinuyasha, @akarxuu And you, kind sirs and madams~

[daeva-agas]

Reading that article reminds me again and makes me mad again argh.

People often make a fuss about Akechi's assignment as being "an insult and embarrassment" or whatever, because he would have to fight the Mouri under the command of Hideyoshi. It was connected to the dismissal drama, where people were saying that this was a "punishment" for Akechi because he screwed up.

I 100% think this was mostly made-up drama invented by modern novelists, that just stuck in people's heads because novelists were casually copying each others' plots before copyrights were a thing.

Like, for one, why the hell do you think Hideyoshi ranks that lowly that Akechi would feel like it's beneath him to serve under Hideyoshi? Who put it in your minds that Hideyoshi was some low tier vassal? What made you think Akechi was so high in rank?

If anything, I would say that this narrative was meant to say that Akechi was an arrogant asshole for thinking that having Hideyoshi be his commander on the field was an insult, even though Hideyoshi seems to be about at the same rank as him within the Oda forces.

Also, there is an actual record or artifact of Nobunaga's letter telling Hideyoshi something along the lines of "If you need help, I have already put [so and so] on alert to move out any time you ask". Among the "so and so" that was listed, Akechi was also mentioned.

So like, Akechi... should already know for at least a few months ahead and expect that if Hideyoshi ever calls, he had to pack his gear and move out. The assignment then should not be an insult or a dismissal, he was just already the designated backup that was decided upon a long time before the Mouri showed up to fight.

[diablademon]

Grown men acting like toddles.

[nocandnc]

This was so coooooooolllllll

Aaaaah, I love the explanation that the frailty of humans is what pushes them to beat stronger foes through wit and innovation, whereas the naturally powerful katawara don't think to do the same when met with someone who outclasses them.

Senya's thousand demons know Mudo will crush them. Mudo knows he'll crush them. But Senya's human brain says no, I am not getting crushed today!! And it's that wildly audacious way of thinking that makes tables turn in the end.

[aeswna]

Sengoku A Live ~Translation~

Main chapter: Season 1

- Chapter 1 episode 1 -

- A Fateful Encounter -

[Yoshiaki Ashikaga]"Would you like to join me in conquering the world with singing?"

[Yocchan looks straight ahead]

[He said as he looks at the mysterious group of people]

With songs,to rule the world...

[Oda Nobunaga?]"Ha,how ridiculous. You've been babbling nonsense for a while now, and you're talking about taking over the world?"

[Ishida Mitsunari?]"Do you understand the weight of the words 'to rule the world'?"

[Yoshiaki Ashikaga]"Of course. I'm serious"

[Date Masamune?]"You're aiming for the world, do you mean defeating Hideyoshi-san?"

[Ishida Mitsunari?]"What?"

[Oda Nobunaga?]"Don't mention names I don't know! I've never heard of Hideyoshi."

[Ishida Mitsunari?]"Are you saying that you do not know Lord Hideyoshi?"

[Oda Nobunaga?]"I don't know. Is it the name is some country samurai?"

[Ishida Mitsunari?]"--!"

[Date Masamune]"Whoa, where the hell are you from? Don't tell me--"

[Date Masamune?]"The Hojo army?"

[The man, one eyes hidden, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword]

[The bossy man also appears ready to fight back, and the atmosphere is tense.]

[You]"Hey! Clam down for a second!"

[Yoshiaki Ashikaga]"I won't tolerate any stabbing in my castle"

[2 people]"...."

[Yoshiaki Ashikaga]"I'm not going to tell to get along but for now I want to know your names. please tell me."

[Takeda Shingen?]"Well I'll suggest we also introduce ourselves"

[Mitsunari Ishida?]"I agree. I would like to know the name of the disrespectful person who does not know my master."

[Date Masamune?]"If it's okay, I'll tell you my name."

[Date Masamune]"I am Date Masamune from Oshu! I am the man who will take over the world some day!

(So that's the setting. I see, it's the one-eyed dragon...)

[Mitsunari Ishida?]"Date Masamune...Ah, that country samurai who caused trouble for Hideyoshi-sama by arriving late."

[Date Masamune]"Huh? Who are you, calling me a country samurai"

[Mitsunari Ishida]" I am Mitsunari Ishida. As a vassal of the Toyomi family, I serve Lord Hideyoshi."

[Date Masamune]"Ah, there was such a person. I heard that he was loyal and steady, but also straight-laced"

[Mitsunari Ishida]"Everything is a compliment to me"

[Date Masamune]"Huh?"

[Masamune/Mitsunari]"...."

[Hattori Hanzo?]"That one, next, is it okay for me?"

[He ask with a friendly smile]

[You]"Ah, yes.... please?"

[Hattori Hanzo?]"Thanks♪"

[Hattori Hanzo]"My name is Hattori Hanzo. I serve Lord Matsudaira Motoyasu-sama , whether i am stealthily or not ♪"

[Date Masamune]"Matsudaira Motoyasu... Is that Tokugawa Ieyasu?"

[Mitsunari Ishida]"Are you an enemy soldier?"

[Hattori Hanzo]"Huh? They're not enemies. The enemy army I was fighting didn't have Date or Ishida"

[Hattori Hanzo]"well~ I hope you both don't get mad at me. Now is the time to introduce ourselves right?"

[Hattori Hanzo]"Hey♪ you are next, tell me your name?"

[Fuuma Kotaro?]"---- don't touch me"

[Hattori Hanzo]"sorry sorry"

[Fuuma Kotaro]"........I am Fuuma Kotaro

[Hattori Hanzo]"ahh Fuuma!"

[Fuuma Kotaro]"....."

[Hattori Hanzo]"Huh,so that's why you were using ninjutsu"

[Hattori Hanzo]"Fellow Shinobi, I want to know more about you.

[Fuuma Kotaro]"Kota-kun"

[Hattori Hanzo]"Kota-kun ♪"

[Fuuma Kotaro]".... Enough about me."

Hmm...................so far, all the names are famous historical figures.

[Oda Nobunaga?]"it's a shame to have so many names that I don't know."

[Huh?]

[Date Masamune]"So who are you?"

[Oda Nobunaga]" I am Oda Nobunaga"

[Hanzo/Kotaro]"Eh?"

[Mitsunari Ishida]" Oda Nobunaga--

The one who called himself the sixth heavenly Demon King?"

[Yoshiaki Ashikaga]"......."

[Date Masamune]"You know, don't you have any pride in using the name of a dead person so brazenly?"

[Oda Nobunaga]"If it's a dead person"

[Date Masamune]"What, are serious that you don't even know he's dead"

[Date Masamune]" Oda Nobunaga has been dead for a long time. His name is well known though."

[Oda Nobunaga]"Are you trying to make fun of me"

[Date Masamune]"Whoa, what if you do it, I'll join you."

The men put their hand on their sword again

The blade that appeared glowed dull and slimy.

To Be Continued...

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- Disclaimer -

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Not all translations in this are correct..I have tried my mostly best to translate this so please don't simply steal it.

If it has any mistakes wrong in this translation please let me know , this is my first time doing this kind of blog..🙇🏻‍♀️

Notes

English is not my first language...so please forgive me . If there are a lot of typos, and if you see any mistakes, please tell me which paragraph and which spelling is wrong and I will come to fix it again

[lorei-writes]

Fanfiction Writer's Asks! 3, 6, 22, 52, 75 <3

Thanks for dropping by! >:3

3. Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

Depends on the idea and who I'm talking with? I know I've posted some on my blog previously, but I wasn't too passionate about them. If the idea is more fleshed out, I'm fairly likely to spill it to a trusted friend, but probably won't post about it until it's written down in some form (since my babbling would take just about as much energy out as writing it, so why not do it properly).

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

"He reached to hold her hand – just as she reached to cup his face, the tremors lingering within his fingers transferring back to him through her body." <- overall (Debating whether I should trash it).

"I’m sorry. There is no future to be had in this endless prison of romance. I may as well have fun." <- FanFiction

22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process?  How do you come up with titles?

Titles are a recurring nightmare of a purgatory. Sometimes they're kind enough to roll in by themselves, but that's not that common. Most times I break my head over them once I'm done with writing, give up after some time and greenlight them with an "eh, good enough".

I sometimes trouble @/cheese-ception to brainstorm some up with me. Other than that... I suppose I'm just looking for something distinctive enough in the work, or for a way to add meaning to what has already been said?

52. What’s the average word count of your fics?

I actually have no idea.

One-shots I've written generally fall into one of the two categories: 300-500 words, or 1k-2k words (give or take 100-200 words). It's more consistent with chapters, where it's generally 1k-2k words a chapter.

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

Not so much a fic, but anytime I write something humorous.

Given how I tagged it, I also didn't expect for Ikemen Sengoku: Romance Looped in Time to be seen at all. Nevertheless, I didn't want to crowd any character specific tags.

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