#shigure support

[oreonyu]

shall we watch the rain? yes, we shall.

[eway]

Smash Bros Corrin's Supports

Vs. Jigglypuff

Female Corrin Version

Corrin: Aww! What's this?

Xander: That is a Jigglypuff. They use their songs for a variety of purposes, though in smash a Jigglypuff will only use it to put people to sleep.

Elise: Azura would have liked it…

silence

Camilla: Her children would also like Jigglypuff.

Corrin: Oh yeah. Azura taught both of them how to sing. Maybe… they could teach a Jigglypuff the song she used to sing.

Leo: You mean Lost In Thoughts All Alone?

Corrin: Yeah…

Xander: Its funny. The second verses lyrics, they almost describe what you went through. “Embrace The Dark You Call A Home”

Corrin: Yeah, “Gaze Upon An Empty White Throne. A Legacy Of Lies. A Familiar Disguise”... That second verse is what she sung in Nestra, right?

Elise: Yeah. It was…

Corrin: After this fight, I'll talk to Jigglypuff. Maybe it will want to meet Azura's kids…

Xander: Well, enough grieving for now. You have a battle to win Jigglypuff is good in the air, but can be sent flying easily. And avoid its rest attack.

Corrin: Thanks Xander.

[purplemagehawke]

Next up in my Festival DLCs project is Xander & Shigure’s father-son conversation in Hoshidan Festival of Bonds DLC. Xander tries to take care of the people he loves without anyone noticing, but Shigure can see right through him.

(Translation credit: @fe14festivalofbondstranslations)

[salveden]

HONEY! THE MINIONS CAN EXPLODE?! — team 11, iron round

MIDORI’S SMILE WAVERED at the sudden pulsing between her eyes.  she did not stumble, though the ground moved beneath her feet.  her eyes closed, her grip on the heavy staff tightened, then loosened; when she attempted another grip, her fingers closed around air.  midori opened her eyes and choked back a gasp.  whether of amazement or fear, she could not spend time identifying the feeling when there were massive hunks of metal in front of her.  like... massive massive!  and there were multiple of them—   four, to be exact.  but the one in the back, behind some flickering veil that seemed cast around it, looked like the baddest guy there.

fists clenched, midori swallowed and whispered,   “   holy sweet cakes, what is that?   ”   then, surprise colored her face in a faint flush.  midori looked down at her hands, finally aware of the lack of weight from the staff.  instead, there was a shield clipped tight by a band around her forearm.  that was... all, really.  despite the oddness of it all, midori couldn’t argue since she adored how the ochain shield flashed a glow of light within its gems every time she shook it!

ochain shield! heals midori for 1hp!   (   midori hp = 10 / 10   )

a groan of metal sounded in front of them and midori turned towards her team, smiling bright and hopeful,   “   i’ll go first!  watch my back, friends.   ”   she was sure that, even if something went wrong, her teammates would be there to cover her mistake.  so, determined and bright-eyed, midori turned back towards the beasts of metal and raised her hands.  the weight of the shield made it a slight struggle but it was nothing that she couldn’t handle—   nothing would compare to the travel case she carried daily!

midori! rolls d20 = 7! ‘seraphim’ critically hits, 4 damage!   (   radio scout: bulwark a hp = 6 / 10   )

the incantation fell from her lips in an easy roll of enunciation.  at the call, light burst from midori’s hands and enveloped in an explosion around the closest scout beast.  if she looked close enough, peered through the brightness of the spell, then she would guess that there had been a flicker of feathers from the blast.  angel wings, midori thought, then ignored it at the sound of the scout’s metal whirring and churning.

black ice node! rolls d3 = 1! ‘radio scout: bulwark a has been deactivated!

suddenly, there was silence.  midori blinked wildly; once at the beast, twice at her hands, before whirling around to face her team.  her fists flickered with a faint glow but she paid little mind to them as she shook her hands excitedly.   “   did you guys see that!?  i think it stopped working.   ”   a glance was thrown back to the other two scouts.   “   we might have to do the same to those two, right?   ”

@wolfskintribedaughter , @pheraean , @stalarmonios , @einjelique

[medicus-mortem]

@shiigures​ replied to your post:

tashigi sees it's normal behavior because she too talks to swords on a daily basis. nothing to see there.

We very much hope Shigure is politer than Kikoku and doesn’t demand Tashigi go around slaughtering all she sees.

[gentlenekomata]

Flying object detected! | Sakura & Shigure

The Battle of the Eagle and Lion is coming soon! The armorers are holding a seminar on the infamous hilltop ballista, allowing students to learn what goes into its maintenance and care. You’re even allowed to make a few test shots! [Grants Bow +1]

Sakura wasn’t a big fan of battles, even when it came to competitions between the houses: as a matter of fact, that month there would be a battle between Black Eagles and Blue Lions and that only meant one thing for sure – great rivalry and a lot of competition among the students, especially the ones that couldn’t stand the possibility of losing. That said, the petite priestess usually stayed away from those kind of event, since she wasn’t really competitive and she thought she couldn’t give a proper contribution to the preparations. This time though, the two team would be using a very interesting weapon, actually something that Sakura has always looked up with admiration but also fear – the ballista.

I’m so lucky to be the one chosen for doing this preparation!, she thought to herself as she was approaching the small hill where the ballista was collocated: the hilltop ballista (that was its correct name) was a rather difficult and special weapon, generally only used by experts to attack enemy from afar, for surprise attacks, but sometimes, thanks to these special exercises, even simple students could learn the basis of using the hilltop ballista. This time around, Sakura decided to take part in the preparations, since she’s always been fascinated by her brother Takumi dealing with it and she thought it could be a great occasion to learn something new too.

Reaching the top, the petite priestess approached the big wooden machinery, a supervisor briefly explained to her the main part of the big weapon, then he moved and he left the space for her to get closer to examinate the mechanism that put into action the whole object. “Alright, so I just touch thi—!” she couldn’t finish her phrase that the large weapon moved, a mechanism snapped and the ballista released.. nothing, because luckily for her it wasn’t loaded. Yet, the load sound made by the mechanism release, definitely alarmed the other person who was actually assigned to work in pair with her.

“Shigure!!” the pink-haired girl suddenly moved from the wooden object, waving enthusiastically at the familiar figure approaching her position with a flying mount. “Sorry for scaring you!” she lastly giggled, showing off the best smile she could afford in that moment. “Are you here for the preparations too?”

starter for @stalarmonios​

[making-dough]

"Oh, professor! Excuse me, may I have a moment of your time?"

Shigure holds up the sparkling blue amulet in inquiry; Patty had said a fellow pegasus knight might be responsible for the gift, and Farina, being one of the academy's flight instructors, might at least be able to point him in the correct direction if she herself turns out to not be the one behind the gift. "I found this beautiful amulet in my dear companion Kaito's stall with a note gifting it to me... the person who left it said that those who wore such things back in their homeland were purported to be 'blessed from above.' The gifter didn't seem to believe this superstition, but thought I might appreciate it anyway."

The bluenette tilts his head, brow furrowed. "Are you the one behind this gift? And if not, could you perhaps direct me towards whoever did? I would like to thank my benefactor for such a lovely and thoughtful present."

♠ - "Ooooh, that's pretty!", Farina whooed at the amulet, wide-eyed with delight. That looked like a very valuable stone and worth a lot of money... which meant it was very unlikely to be her because she wouldn't spend that much on a random gift. Of course, she couldn’t actually admit to that so she simply opted with a simple "Yeaahh, sorry.", she drawled out, tugging at an earlobe uncomfortably. "That ain't me. I'd probably have given you like a fresh bit and bridle or something like that. Somethin' practical." There was a slight pause before she continued, frowning. " 'Sides, can't say I've ever heard of a custom like that one back home." If Ilia regularly produced gems like that one, they wouldn't be starving, she thought bitterly. They could just ship their produce down to Etruria or Sacae and trade for their food that way. "Anyway", the mercenary clapped, dismissing both her thoughts and the subject all in one clap. Well, if he wanted her thoughts on where he should look next, that would be, uh, "Welll, uh, look for someone who knows their rocks?", she guessed, shrugging her shoulders. "Dunno how much help that'd be but best of luck, all the same?"

[correctfe14quotes]

Correct FE14 Quote 18

Selkie: Haha, I knew you'd say that! But don't worry, I got it all worked out! See this sailcloth here? I'll hold it out as I fall, and whoosh! I'll be a flying fox! Doesn't that sound fun?!

[rennebright]

Asuna succubus by Shigure [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[pridelessdaydreamer]

Sparkling Water: Fresh spring water that has been magically carbonated. Served with a squeeze of lime or a dash of one of the many fruit syrups available at the bartender’s disposal.

When he spots the glimmer of familiar verdant hair, Shigure heads over with two glasses of sparkling water in hand. His bubbles with tasty peach flavor, while the one he means to offer to his friend glints candy-apple green. Maybe Linhardt won't like the flavor, but it wouldn't hurt to try, right?

"How are you doing this evening?" he asks, handing the second glass to the Black Eagle. "I've never been to the Ethereal Ball before, but one of my classmates has told me plenty about last year's gathering. I suppose, what with our situation and the elementals and," he gestures to the stunning, dreamy ballroom, "the setting, this ball might live up to its title in a very literal way."

It was after an ample amount of time seated that Linhardt eventually decided to stand up again—mostly for refreshments.

(Just for refreshments.)

So it was pretty convenient that, not too long after he got up, Shigure entered view with not just one, but two drinks.

“Thank you.” It does not show on his face, but Linhardt is happy to receive it. “I’m fine. It’s my first time too, but the people here aren’t as bothersome as I expected. Of course, being as tall as we aren’t is an interesting situation, but that’s out of our control isn’t it?”

Pausing to really take in the ballroom—ignoring the rats and the like, of course—Linhardt can see Shigure’s point. It’s nicely decorated, has a pleasant atmosphere, and (he takes a sip of the drink he was offered) the refreshments are nice too. Green apple, he recognizes. He has no preference for the taste, but he passively notes the green color.

“It is nice,” he agrees, the mark of Earth on his right hand humming in his veins like a crest. He realizes then the presence of a card within his grasp, and when he glances—You’ve been officially matched with—he folds it up twice over with his free hand and tucks it into his hair.

“It would be better if we weren’t being watched, of course.”

[anankelotus]

[ Fairy Wings ] - shimmer and dazzle in your new boutique threads! And what’s this… it seems they’ve some interesting accessories to choose from as well, the likes of which may be more functional than you initially thought. Soar!

"Ojichan! Look what the sparrows gave me!" Shigure twirls, bright smile on his face and skirt swirling as he flutters into the air, the wings on his back glimmering in the ball's sea of lights. It's a dream come true, to fly on his own without the use of a mount. Even if he does love dear old faithful Kaito, this is something he's yearned for ever since he was but a small boy watching the butterflies with rapt attention. With a giggle, he paints around himself with sparkling water, showing off for Anankos. "You must try these, they're so much fun!"

Anankos stares at Shigure, so light-hearted and at ease with the strangeness of this all. Well... at least his dear nephew is having fun...

He briefly considers if he should truly join in Shigure's fun, but quickly decides against it. He does not even know if he could be granted such ephmeral flutters of wings. It has been so long since his feet had even left the ground, so long since he could simply let go of human concepts like staying rooted on your own two feet.

Perhaps it is the folly of youth that allows kids like Shigure and Lilith to easily let their burdens slip past them, and he hopes that someday, it will not catch up to them. He would protect them from that future if he had to. He would do anything to make sure that they did not lose a joy for life, what happiness they could find in this world.

"It's quite impressive... Shigure... though, I don't know if I would wish to fly like that myself..." Once, before he was a mere abandoned soul, he had been able to cloak himself in the wings of a dragon, but those days were long past. And even if he still had them, he did not doubt that they would be marred and tattered, a shadow of their former self.

"I am glad that you are... having fun though... you kids should be able to enjoy events like this without a burdened heart weighing you down..."

[ponderingmoonlight]

Listen bbys, I know this blog is more of a jjk/kny shippers place, but I'd be forever grateful if you take your time to at least like my FIRST work apart from jjk/aot/kny. Maybe I'll write more for other anime/manga in the future 🥹🤍

Quiet mornings with Shigure Sohma

Pairing: Shigure x reader

Word Count: 1,4k

Synopsis: While you're surrounded by mess and trouble all day, you can't help but enjoy those mornings with none other than Shigure.

Warnings: the fic no one asked for, I fell for fruits basket so hard that you guys are forced to read my trash now hehe, fluff over fluff

The weather outside is soft today. Not warm, not cold, just enough of something in-between to make the morning feel cozy. You’re sitting cross-legged on the floor like you always do, sunlight pooling across your lap, your hands holding a ceramic mug of tea. The house feels quiet with all the kids gone, without Tohru’s soft voice and the boys fighting over nonsense. But that peace, you know, is an illusion. Or, at the very least, a temporary state.

Because Shigure Soma is never quiet for long.

Right on cue, there’s a shuffle of feet against the floorboards, and then his voice - a melodious hum that could belong to someone much less chaotic.

“My darling,” he calls, the sing-song lilt of his tone already filled with teasing.

“How rude of you to start your morning without me. My feelings are positively shattered!”

You tilt your head just enough to see him standing in the doorway, one hand pressed theatrically to his chest as though wounded. His yukata is draped carelessly over his shoulders, the belt knotted loosely at his waist. His hair is a little messy, and he hasn’t yet shaved the faint stubble on his jaw. But the sight of him - rumpled, relaxed, utterly himself -makes warmth bloom in your chest anyway.

“Shigure,” you say with an exasperated smile, “it’s past ten. I’m not going to wait forever for you to wake up.”

He gasps as though you’ve just insulted his ancestors.

“Ah, how cold-hearted my sweet muse is! If you loved me, surely you’d have brought me breakfast in bed-”

“I made tea,” you interrupt, raising your mug pointedly.

“And there’s toast in the kitchen. If you want anything else, you’re on your own.”

He pouts, but there’s a glint in his eyes that tells you he’s not offended in the slightest. He never is, really. Shigure’s ego might be gigantic, but it’s not fragile. If anything, he seems to flourish on your chit-chat, your little refusals lightening up his mood even more. It’s a dance the two of you have perfected, a rhythm of soft blows and exaggerated reactions that always ends in laughter.

Shigure pads across the room and lowers himself to sit beside you, far closer than necessary. You feel the brush of his knee against yours, the gentle press of his arm as he leans in, peering at your face with open curiosity.

“And what, pray tell, are you thinking about so deeply, hmm? You’ve got that faraway look again.”

His voice is quieter now, softer. You don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you, their usual playfulness tempered by something more genuine.

You hesitate, caught off-guard.

“I’m not… really thinking about anything,” you reply, though it’s not entirely true.

There’s always something brewing in your mind: a stray memory, a half-formed plan, the ever-present hum of life’s what-ifs. How are you supposed to enjoy the present with the past and future weighing down on you this heavily? But explaining those things feels impossible, so you simply shrug.

“Just enjoying the quiet, I guess.”

Shigure hums thoughtfully, tilting his head as if to examine you from a different angle. His dark eyes are warm, patient, even as his lips twitch with the beginnings of another grin.

“Ah, yes. You’ve been enchanted by my humble house. It’s no wonder you’ve fallen for me so completely.”

You roll your eyes while taking a brief look at the destroyed shoji, don’t bother moving away when he rests his head against your shoulder. His hair tickles your cheek, and you can smell the faint trace of his shampoo. Definitely something light and floral. Did he use yours again?

“You’re insufferable,” you murmur, but there’s no real bite in your words.

Your free hand comes up almost instinctively to comb through his hair, smoothing out some of the more unruly strands. He hums again, this time in obvious ease.

“You’re so good to me. “Really, I don’t deserve such a kind, gentle soul.”

You snort, flicking his ear lightly.

“That’s the first truthful thing you’ve said all morning.”

Shigure doesn’t respond right away, but you feel him shift, his weight settling more fully against your side. It’s a little unbalanced, but you don’t mind. His presence is warm, comforting against the sometimes harsh reality. And though he’s quiet now, you can sense the wheels turning in his head, the way his mind is always spinning with something - mischief, poetry, or the occasional genuine thought he’ll tuck away for safekeeping.

It’s in moments like this that you’re reminded of the duality of Shigure Sohma. He’s a mystery wrapped in jokes and half-truths, a man who wears his whimsy like armor but lets it slip when he’s close enough to trust. And though he can be infuriating, there’s a softness to him as well, a tenderness that he rarely shows but always carries.

“I like this,” he comments suddenly, his voice low enough that you almost miss it.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t look at you, but you can feel the weight of his words settle in the space between you.

“Like what?” you ask quietly.

“This.”

He gestures vaguely, his hand brushing yours where it rests on the floor.

“The mornings with you. The quiet. The way you let me bother you without pushing me away.”

There’s a smile in his tone while his breath caresses your skin gently, but it’s faint, almost self-conscious.

You blink, taken aback. Shigure is rarely so direct, so open. When was the last time he talked this seriously with you, let alone with his voice this muted? You don’t quite know what to say, but you feel something shift in your chest, a fluttering warmth, soft and fragile.

“I like it too,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Even when you’re being a nuisance.”

That earns you a chuckle, low and rich. Shigure lifts his head to look at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that makes him look far younger, far happier. He doesn’t say anything, but his gaze lingers, warm and steady, as though committing you to memory.

For a moment, the two of you simply sit there, the world fading into the background. The sunlight shifts, casting patterns across the floorboards, and the faint scent of tea and spring air fills the room. It’s the kind of moment that feels fragile, like it could shatter if you so much as breathe too loudly. You can’t help but allow your eyes to rest for a moment, to take in the calmness of the moment.

But then Shigure sighs dramatically, breaking the spell.

“Ah, I suppose I’ll have to go hunt for food if I want to survive this cruel, neglectful treatment.”

You laugh, the sound light and unrestrained.

“There’s toast in the kitchen. You’re so dramatic”, you remind him again, shaking your head.

“And yet you adore me,” he remarks, pushing himself to his feet with exaggerated effort.

He stretches, his yukata slipping slightly from one shoulder, and you catch the briefest glimpse of his collarbone before he adjusts it. A man looking this good with that cheeky mouth…How is your stay here supposed to end in a good way?

“Maybe I do,” you reply without thinking.

The words slip out way too easily, carried by the warmth in your chest and the sight in front of you.

Shigure freezes, his hand halfway to his hair. For a moment, you think you’ve gone too far, that you’ve somehow crossed an invisible line. Does he feel uncomfortable, insulted even? But then he turns, his expression unreadable, and you feel your breath catch.

“Careful, my dear,” he murmurs, his voice low and almost teasing.

There’s a flicker of something else in his eyes. something softer, more vulnerable. Something you’ve never caught before in his gaze. For a moment, time seems to stand still, your breath gets stuck in your throat.

“I might just take you seriously.”

You hold his gaze, the words lingering in the air between you. And though your heart is racing, you manage a small, steady smile.

“Maybe you should.”

[salveden]

nice argument senator — gold round, team 11

THOUGH THE DREAM SHIFTS, tears still remain clinging to midori’s eyelashes.  she closes her eyes and wipes her face with the gloves of her knightly attire.  when her hands touch her face again, the gloves are different.  rougher.  pulled over two fingers instead of five.  bright eyes open to the arena floor, where the length of her new uniform stretches out from her legs.  there’s an irony to the clothing; how familiar it seems to the samurai armor back home.  a laugh passes through her lips, weak but joyful, and she touches the symbol across her chest.  the weight of swords on her back is easier to bear when she remembers where she got the strength from.

“   alright,   ”   midori says, finally looking up towards her companions,   “   i’m ready.  let’s finish this and... s-shigure?   ”   silence overtakes her words.  midori stares at the kinshi knight with a hopeful gaze, eyes watering after a moment of realization.   she takes off in a sprint towards the space where his kinshi is mounted.   “   shigure!  you’re back!  i’m... i’m so sorry i couldn’t help you.  i’ll do better this time!  for all of us.   ”

and it starts with the gentle wave of the apothecary’s hand.

midori! heals +1 health with amaterasu.   (   midori hp = 8.5 / 10   )

midori! rolls d20 = 8! ‘recover’ heals good, +4 health.   (   shigure hp = 9 / 10   )

midori! heals +4 health with live to serve.   (   midori hp = 10 / 10   )

the call of magic within her is desperate—   that much, she knows.  still, it works and a channel of light opens between the both of them.  what midori doesn’t expect is the warmth that encases her as well.  small scratches and tears of skin are pulled together and gone within seconds.  the same channel of magic, the same spell that healed shigure.  midori sighs, holding her hands to her chest, and smiles up at her friend.

“   be careful, shigure.  please.   ”   young apothecary turns towards her team,   “   the same goes for you all.   ”   a slight glance is given to the enemies before them, though there hadn’t been a need to.  she had heard the mechanical groan of gears and metal when her eyes first opened.  it was an illusion of their earlier enemies; the beasts of metal.

@pheraean , @wolfskintribedaughter , @stalarmonios , @einjelique !!

[sidsinning]

Random Tohru Honda analysis

Tohru's flaws and the state of her mental health are present from the very first episode

By not asking anyone for help and remaining silent about her troubles, she did something incredibly dangerous by living alone in a tent in the woods until she was literally THIS 🤏 close to dying in a natural disaster. She was lucky Yuki and Shigure found her when she ran out of options.

Even if it was played for laughs in a sort darkly humorous way, this recklessness goes beyond her simply being selfless and kind to everyone she meets. She has little sense of self preservation aside from keeping her mother's memory alive.

She is on the edge of mental collapse from her death

Being selfless and helpful to those around her fulfills that loneliness and emptiness creeping up on her since her mother was taken from her

It IS part of her personality, being naturally compassionate, but it is also a coping mechanism to avoid facing reality (she subtly always talks about her mother in present tense)

BUT THE THING IS SHE ATTRACTS PEOPLE TO HER, GOOD PEOPLE WHO WILL NOTICE HER PAIN AND SUPPORT HER EVEN IF SHE TRIES AVOIDING THEIR HELP, LETTING HER PAIN OUT TO THOSE CLOSEST TO HER (Uotani and Hanajima, then Yuki and Kyo, then to Kyo the most)

She's so busy looking out for everyone she doesn't realize they are also looking back at her!!!

[rennebright]

Selfie by Shigure [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.