#slbp next gen

[daeva-agas]

Hii, since there's no slbp updates in sight, I wanted to know what happens to Iga in Hanzo and Hotaru's sequels? Do they battle their own villages?

IDK, the stuff that happens in Hanzo's is boring IMO.

There was this thing where Mitsuba was targeted by Fujibayashi and Momochi, but Hanzo's dad wants to stay out of it. Hanzo was making secret deals with Saku and Gen and Saizo's sister, but there's no war or anything in the end. Hanzo just kills his father to become the next chief so he can actively protect Mitsuba or something.

It's felt like much ado about nothing, and I thought that it was really lame/boring. Hanzo Senior was hot tho, and that was pretty much the only good thing about it (Hanzo's dad is also Hanzo LOL, Hanzo Yasunaga).

Not finished reading Hotaru yet.

[wingcinna]

Have we ever seen kenshin's kid in your next gen series?

I’m not 💯 but i think Hana mc and Kenshin’s son would be beautiful 💗

[yoolee]

SLBP | A meeting {Baby Brave/Baby Dragon}

A/N - the unbelievably talented @wingcinna gave us this masterpiece and we agreed that after TEASING us with delightful Masamune/Yukimura interactions in the prologue the actual game rarely gives us enough of that dynamic and so I shamelessly ran with their beautiful next-gen ship ^^;;.

There were strangers in his house.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like strangers - when he was younger, his uncle Saizo often had to haul him away from them, because he’d follow as trustingly as a lamb, and chatter to anyone who would listen.

But this was different.

This was in his home. And he wouldn’t have minded that, he really wouldn’t have, except, it wasn’t just his.

Every retainer, every maid, every warrior, every man, woman, child and person who sought their protection, it was their home, and he would defend everyone in it with every breath in his lungs and bang of his heart against his ribs. And these strangers...what if they weren’t friends? Not really. What if they were something else. What if the people who lived here - his people - got hurt?

He loosed a breath, and listened to the night.

His ma’d pitch a fit about him being up so late. She’d tell him he was growing and needed his sleep, but he wasn’t a little kid. And he’d...he’d sleep better if he knew, you know? That everyone was okay. That everyone was safe. No matter what anyone said about his age, he knew with everything that he was that it was his job to keep them safe, and he’d die to do it.

So he rolled out of bed, and creeped into the hall.

He knew his home inside out. He knew every creak of the boards, every rickety rumble of a sliding door, every whisper the leaves on the garden trees made in the wind, every footstep and lilting voice. So he also knew, when he heard the rattle of plates in the kitchen, that it was out of place.

That it wasn’t his.

Thief. He thought.

There was a thief in their kitchens. There was a threat to his home, to his people.

Without hesitation, without thinking to grab a weapon, he ran blindly, flinging open the door with righteous fury, “HEY!” 

The small figure inside the kitchens froze. 

The oldest son of Sanada Yukimura blinked once.

Then twice.

The girl in his kitchen was at least a year or two younger and a head or three shorter, and when he’d shouted her breath had caught, hands stilled, and her eyes--her eyes, one blue and one green and both brilliant in the moonlight--widened in startled unease.

They stood there.

Waiting. 

She recovered before he did, shoulders straightening in a huff and head snapping away from his pale blue blinking and back to her task.

He bristled, unused to being ignored. “Hey.” He repeated again.

She raised a brow and didn’t look up, and kept fussing with whatever her back blocked from him.

He found he really, really didn’t like being ignored, and marched over with a snort. “What are you doing?”

She whirled when he came too close, chin jutting up to meet his look head on. Her spine snapped straight, lips pursed in an imperious pout that he would dare, that he would DARE question her. He frowned at her, scowling as ferociously as tigers from tales he’d been weaned on, and he saw her lower lip wobble suddenly, despite the pride in her eyes, and the anger drained away to something sheepish and ashamed. Sheesh. What was he doing, scaring a kid. A lady. Even a young one. “Sorry.” It was mumbled, but meant. He took a step back, and glanced away awkwardly.  

“Hey.” She said stiffly, and he brightened, but she wasn’t done, “Is for horses. Be polite and say hello.”

He blinked blankly. “Huh?”

“You said it twice. Once...very loudly.” She was hiding something behind her, he realized, and tried to crane around. She scooched in his way, and smiled suddenly, and he realized it was a distraction, thought it nearly worked.

He frowned at her. “Lemme see.”

“Nu-uh.”

“C’mon.” He stepped forward, stretched, and he was taller. She lunged, as he finally saw, and swept the plate away from him. He blinked at it, and wrinkled his nose automatically. “What’re those.”

“Not for you.” She sniffed.

He wrinkled his nose. “Why would I wanna eat somethin’ so green.”

“Because they’re delicious.” She looked down at the plate, then snapped a glare of warning up at the older boy, who suddenly looked interested again. “They’re my papa’s favorite.”

“Your papa?” He would rubbed his neck, trying to put it together. She was ignoring him again, holding the plate protectively as she wandered. He thought of her eyes and put it together. “Oh. Oh.” Wasn’t it dangerous for her? Alone in a house that wasn’t hers.

Well that was alright, he thought. She had him here.  

She didn’t say anything. After awhile of watching her float around the space, he sighed. It bothered him. He didn’t know why. “What’re you lookin for?”

She tensed, and he tried to look friendly. Her tightened shoulders softened a little. Something shy, or maybe just embarrassed, stretched on her cheeks. “...they’re better with tea.”

He nodded, feeling clumsy and awkward in the familiar kitchen. “Over here.” He hopped on the table to reach, stretching for what was needed, and tugging it down with his fingers before wandering to where the heavy, earthenware cups were and silently offering them. She looked at his hands, then up to his eyes, before taking them.

And the she sighed, and the pout returned alongside a sideways mumble, eyes on the tea she made with quiet ease. “I guess...you can have one.” Her eyes flew up to meet his, warning bright in blue and green. “One.”

Something in him shivered at the warning. Which was odd. He sulked a bit over it, unused to being afraid of anything. And he still wasn’t totally sure he wanted to eat something that looked like a snowball with green fuzz, but there was... something about it being offered. Something nice. A peace offering. So he smiled, and found a comfortable spot on one of the stools. Familiar to him. His home. He realized why it had bothered him, watching her look lost. “You’re really far, huh?” She looked at him. He prompted, “From your home.”

He saw the falter again. The little bit of a wobble that made him want to grab the practice sword he was allowed and...and fight something to make it go away. She nodded. Once. And then plonked a cup of tea and the one (one) promised...thing in front of him.

It was still green.

He inhaled. Took a sip of the tea, and tried valiantly not to wheeze it through his nose at how bitter it was, only because he caught a blink of her expectant, multi-colored stare. He swallowed hard, and smiled, or tried to, but he found his cheeks were oddly hot, stretched and papery scorched, and he couldn’t quite meet her eyes. “Welcome to mine.”

She sipped her own tea, not so much as wincing at the taste, but murmured quietly. “Thank you.” 

She grinned when he took a bite, and he thought the green stuff wasn’t so bad after all, for that.

In the hallway, two pairs of shoulders relaxed, ever so slightly.

Date Shigezane grinned at the other man present. “Glad to see I’m not going to have to dive in to defend our girl after all.” The words were easy, and the smile bright, but Saizo heard the threat in them nonetheless.

He snorted. “He’s a good kid.” Also a bit of an idiot, he thought, sometimes, but not as much as his dad. So there was that. Despite himself, he almost smiled, but he wiped it clean quickly. “Glad to see I don’t have to give our boy an antidote.”

“Yeah,” Shigezane rubbed the back of his neck, chuckle a whisper of sound. “We’re working on the tea thing.”

Saizo’s lips quirked. “We’re working on the manners.”

“Manners are overrated,” Shigezane’s eyes were still on the pair, nibbling their midnight snack. “Should we round ‘em up and send them to bed?”

Saizo watched them too, and then turned away, relaxing, boneless but on guard against the wall. “Not yet.”

Shigezane shrugged, and yawned as he settled himself into a cross-legged seat on the other side of the wall. “Fair enough.”

Saizo smirked. “Fair enough.”

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[wingcinna]

Omg the cuteness 😭💕 I’M SCREAMING 😭💕 Right in the Achilles heel of next gen feels 😭💕THANK YOU!!! It’s so lovely and cute 💘

Young Love (SLBP Next Gen)

@wingcinna was kind enough to trust me with her precious OCs. Hiromichi is Yukimura’s son and Tsukiko, Masamune’s daughter. If you haven’t already seen her amazing work, go check out her SLBP Next Gen.  I always look forward to seeing her work!

Summary: From childhood friends to his coming of age, he had always only had eyes for her. But she only had eyes for Lord Kojuro. Now that he was leaving the object of his affection for the first time, there were words he had to say.

Genre: Romance

For other works: Masterpost

For other headcanons: Headcanon Masterpost

Hiromichi rubbed at a stubborn stain on his hakama. It has been a full week since Tsukiko stopped by. ‘Was she mad at him?’ Today was his last chance to see her before he left.

Clutched in his hand were a clumsily assembled bouquet of morning glories. Ikebana was not one of his strengths, but he has worked hard on it, albeit with some help from his uncle. Girls like flowers right? He rubbed the stain harder. Ugh, he should’ve asked his sister for help getting the blooms, but then he knew she would tells their mother, and goodness knows where that would lead. He’d never hear the end of it.

He suppressed the urge to pick at the bouquet. She’d get his meaning right? Tsukiko hadn’t spoken a word to him since he told her he’d be following his father in his next campaign. Heaving a sigh, he scratched his head in frustration. It wasn’t like he was planning on dying. No, he had no intention of dying. He would accept death when it came, but he wasn’t going to run into death’s arms. There was too much to live for. For example….her smile popped up in his head, and he flushed bright red.

Where was she? The maid he had asked said she should be coming out to the garden by now. He took three steps forward, then turned around and three steps back. He had been doing this for a good half hour now. Then a familiar figure turned the corner. The colorful blur moved as fast as it could in all those layers of kimono. She was beautiful. Somewhere along the way, he had forgot to breathe until she was right in front of him.

“Why didn’t you send word you were coming today?” she threw the words at him, hands on her hips. “Um, hi.” He could feel the red rising up his cheeks as he got a full look at her. She was magnificent. Every bit a princess. It wasn’t the kimono. He was sure that was pretty because her mother would never do less for her only daughter, but she sparkled every bit like the moon she was named after.

“Hmph,” Tsukiko huffed. “I thought you were still mad at me,” he confessed. “Did I say I was mad?” “No….” he trailed off leaving an awkward silence between them.

”You look different today,” he blurted out, wanting to say anything to banish the awkwardness between them. “We had guests today. Mother made me dress up.” “It’s pretty.” “Oh…thanks.” Pink bloomed on her cheeks, and he melted.

“Here these are for you,” he held up the bouquet. “Morning glories aren’t my favorite.” “Then we’ll toss this out. I’ll get you something else,” he hurried. “No!” her hand reached for the bouquet before he could just chuck it to the side. “I didn’t say I didn’t want them.” “Oh. Alright then.” Hiromichi fidgeted with his scarf. Things never used to be so awkward between them. The words used to be so easy. He shifted his weight from foot to foot.

“Do you know what morning glories mean?” she mumbled down into the bouquet. “Yea.” “Then?” “I’ll always come back.” There was no uncertainty in his voice. “Promise?” she looked up at him, the full weight of her gaze on him. “Promise.”

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[annicaax]

Shingen's unification arc is finally out in slbp! but there's no talk about saku or Sasuke or gen's sequels and stuff! I truly wish they come to the EN app next year...

[botan-shirabuki]

Summer of Smut Writing Challenge: Waterlogged

Pairing: SLBP Fujibayashi Genya x MC (OC)

Theme: Day 9 - Stranded on a Boat Together

Summary: Genya being the king of diffusing stressful situations vol. 42069

Rating: NC-17/Explicit (for fingering, cuntylingus, and verrrry dirty talk)

Word Count: 5k

Notes: My 3rd entry in @voltage-vixen ‘s Summer of Smut challenge. I know...I know....this is SO late. but a series of consecutive events of life happening left me with barely any time to write, but I HAD to finish this because I love these two so much! I also thought the idea of a fic taking place in an amusement park, especially after the battle event. This one ended up being even longer than the first two so I hope it was worth the wait (if you were waiting...heh)!

Ao3: here

"Why do I have to carry her?"

"You're the one who wanted it so bad."

"Yeah, but you're the one who won her..."

Fuchi pouted and mumbled to herself as she adjusted the giant stuffed animal so that it was on her back and she held the arms crossed over her shoulders. Nothing in her life up to that point could have prepared her to think of the logistics of winning a stuffed animal at an amusement park. Earlier, she and Genya had been walking through a dazzling colorful alleyway full of various games with the prizes lined up against the walls and on the ceilings of each booth. Gen didn't put much thought into how exciting it must have all been for her until she started tugging at his arm while she excitedly squeaked and pointed at a giant stuffed dog that looked like Oboro. Fuchi insisted that they needed to get her, that it was the least they could do to commemorate her since they weren't allowed to bring her to the park themselves. Genya didn't really see the point in spending 500 yen to play, but at the same time, he couldn't help but find her enthusiasm for every single thing she came across wholly endearing. He got it in one easy game of ring toss, but the real prize was the look of joy on her face followed by that look melting into the realization that she would be carrying it for the rest of the night.

Now, they were walking towards the back of the park while Fuchi decided to keep her sulking to herself. Until then, they had gone on every ride they could that day. To Genya's surprise, she was quite the daredevil. Though, considering she had previously been overworking for a week straight, maybe that was her way of letting her hair down. According to the map of KoiLand he kept in his pocket, there were three more rides back there: two flat and one coaster. Unfortunately, the flat rides were kid specific so it looked like they would have to skip those. Genya squinted at the paper, trying to see it beneath the colorful flashing lights of surrounding attractions when Fuchi caught his attention again.

"Hey, Gen, what's that?" she nudged his thigh with her knee. When he looked up, he saw her gesturing towards a group of teenagers walking out of a ride's exit laughing while soaking wet. They walked towards a large booth with the words "DRYING STATION" above the door.

"Huh, what is that?" he drawled, looking back at the map. Apparently, his thumb had been covering this ride while he was looking at it earlier: The Raging River. And judging from the looks of it, it seemed like some sort of ride involving water. He told her what he was thinking and her face instantly lit back up as if she forgot that holding the stuffed dog ever bothered her.

"Can we go on?! I wanna see where the water comes from!" she was practically jogging in place with excitement, like she was ready to sprint towards the entrance with his say so. He couldn't not tease her.

He gave her a slow once over, "Keep bouncing like that and we can go wherever you want, gorgeous."

She stopped then, looking fake angry, though her blush gave her away, "Hey! I was being serious." He couldn't help but crack up at her expression, which made her face scrunch up even more. "What's so funny about--"

Her sentence got cut off by him tweaking her nose with his finger. "And I was being serious too. Come on, let's get a locker for our stuff." He grabbed her by the arm and led her towards the nearby storage STATION while she continued to vibrate with excitement.

....

Fuchi crossed her arms as she waited in the line. She had left her jacket in the locker along with her bag and Oboro-boro-ro-boro, and the queue had some pretty strong fans going even though the worst of the day's summer heat had passed. She found herself running her fingers over her goosebumps and shifting her weight from leg to leg. She could see some of the structure of the ride; it looked to be contained in a large half tube that snaked its way by the left side of the station, but she couldn't hear any train wheels. What were they about to get on?

"Hey," Fuchi jumped at the sound of Genya's voice right close to her ear from behind. His chin was planted on her shoulder. "You good? You look cold."

Before she could even answer, his hands were rubbing her bare arms. "I'm good now, thanks," her voice sounded so mousy just then. She often found herself baffled by how openly affectionate he was with her. Of course, she was proud to be with him, and she was more than willing to be equally affectionate. It just threw her off when he snuck up on her like that. And to top it off, he knew what it did to her when he spoke into her ear like that. She hoped he would get the hint that she didn't want that kind of action when they were waiting in a line with her simple reply.

As if he knew that and chose to ignore it, his hands slowed down until they stopped completely at her shoulders. His thumbs circled near the straps of her top. "You know, I was thinking of a form of payment."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "Payment? Payment for what?"

Mischief and mirth twinkled in his eyes, "For me winning you that prize."

"What, was me carrying her around not enough 'payment?'"

"Mm-mm," he hummed right in her ear, making her clench her arms that were still folded. "That was just common sense."

"How is that common--? What? I'm genuinely confused...and what are you doing now?" she looked down, noticing that his hands had slid off of her arms and were now trailing down the sides of her waist.

"Aah, my hands are so tired," he sighed, holding her close, "Think I need somewhere for them to rest."

Though Fuchi still had her questions, they managed to move with the line just like that. "And what exactly are your hands tired from?"

"Y'know," his hands slipped lower so his fingers were now dipping into the pockets of her jean shorts, "Winning you toys, carrying your food...helping you get out of your seatbelt when you thought it was stuck...."

"That was one time!" she knew he was laughing at the inflection of her voice. "And are you really tired from all of that?"

"Not me, just my hands. And yeah, they're soooo tired," he accentuated the word by squeezing her hips. "Can I rest them here, please?" His voice was so low it was barely above a whisper. "If you want me to, I'll just leave them right here. How's that?"

Fuchi closed her eyes, taking a pause before she answered, "Come on, Gen, play fair..."

"Whaddya mean by that?" he teased, keeping her close as they moved with the line again. "That a yes or no?"

It would have been torture to say no to him anyway, "Of course it's a yes."

They stayed like that until they made it to the ride station, save for Gen putting his hands on her upper arms to warm her up every once in a while.  By the time they could see the actual trains, Fuchi's eyes lit back up with that same childlike excitement. The trains weren't any kind of typical cars; they were giant fake logs with the seats carved out in the middle, and the track was actually submerged in water.

"Oh this is so cool!" she tried her best to see where the track led by leaning over the rails. "Where does it go? What does it do?"

"That's for us to find out," he patted her back, "Come on, we're up next. They're all together."

Once the group in front of them started loading in, Fuchi walked towards the gate to watch them. She was quite shocked to see the four of them sit in a line straddled over one bench in the center of the car.

"Uhh, Gen? Why aren't there separate seats?"

"Just how these kinda rides are built," he shrugged as another group of soaked riders came into the station further back to get off the ride.

One of the ride operators turned to them, "Are you two going alone?"

"Sure are," Genya replied. Fuchi's mouth opened like she wanted to say something before she looked behind her to see another group of four casually watching them. In that moment, she realized they had probably been behind them this whole time and the harrowing reality of being seen hit her like a slap in the face.

"Um...we are?" she looked to Gen, her voice now much quieter.

"You wanna wait for another group of two?"

The automated gate opened before she could answer and her curiosity and excitement won over her modesty, as usual. She waved the concern away with a hand before they walked onto the loading dock. Genya stepped into the boat towards the back and reached out to take Fuchi's hand so she could follow. She initially sat at the front, excited to see everything, but she found herself being pulled back by her hips until she felt denim against her thighs.

"Gen! Hello?!" she exclaimed, looking back over her shoulder to see him smirking at her.

"Don't get all blushy on me, you're supposed to sit towards the back of these." His tone was so casual, but the force he used to pull her against him suggested amorous intent.

"Alright, you're cleared to go. Enjoy your ride!"

With the ride op's word, the log started to move out of the station. They bobbed along with the flow of the water until they reached the conveyor belt lift hill. It was alongside an elaborate prop cabin with a moving water mill among the trees. Fuchi ooh-d with excitement and started to bounce her legs when she noticed that his hands were splayed across her bare thighs. That realization made her vividly aware of how the angle of the lift hill had her back pressed into him.

"Hey...your hands look mighty comfortable there," she spoke over the clicks of the lift.

"They're still tired, remember?" he answered, squeezing her thighs and patting them to assure her that he didn't plan on moving them.

"Hmm, right, they're tired," her eyes narrowed, but she decided she'd play along. She squirmed against him until his hands stilled on her.

"Hey, you tryna start something on the ride? I'm pretty sure that's against the rules," his hands started kneading into her skin. She should have expected as much, but it did make her feel a little frisky.

"I'm not starting anything, I'm only finishing-- Aah!" she squealed when the lift ended and they were dropped off into the flume track with a decent splash that hit both of them. They both took a moment to laugh in surprise, moving half-soaked locks of hair out of their faces as the log made its way down the winding course through the trees. 

The ride itself was quite long. While there hadn't been anything particularly thrilling other than the fun of watching the scenery and the view of the rest of the park lit up against the setting sun, Fuchi still found her heart racing. Genya's hands on her thighs had started to wander around her, one sliding up to hold her waist while the other crept up her leg to hold on to her hip. She felt his lips casually brush the nape of her neck and she knew right then without a doubt that he was making some kind of move.

"Mm, you know there's other people on this ride, right?" she protested, knowing her argument was weak right when it left her mouth. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as his hand on her waist moved to squeeze at her ribcage just beneath the wire of her bra.

"Yup, and they'd all kill to have their hands on you, gorgeous," he murmured in her ear, just like before in the line; except this time, there was no mistaking how turned on he had her.

"You don't know that..." her voice trailed off when she noticed his hand was now between her parted legs, rubbing over the central seam of her shorts. She let out a small whine, "Come on, Gen, why now?"

"There isn't a better time than the present. Especially when I've got you all to myself." As they sailed through a small helix, Genya grazed her earlobe with his teeth, "Say, after we get off of this, why don't I give you something else to ride?" He punctuated his suggestion by groping her hip again.

Before she could answer him, apart from a notably enthusiastic moan, a passing seemingly innocent waterfall suddenly blasted them with a spray of water, even stronger than the first. Fuchi shrieked in surprise, but Genya didn't miss a beat.

"Heyy, see? You're already wet now," he teased her again, now licking at the droplets of water that trailed down the column of her neck. "So whaddya say, hm?"

Fuchi pushed her wet hair out of her face and started to rock back into him, "Honestly, keep that up and you can have whatever you want."

"Whatever I want..." he growled, confirming her words before planting shameless open-mouth kisses beneath her ear. She responded by reaching back to hold his head there, her fingers tangling into his darkened locks. His hands both held her hips against him as she rocked them between him and the seat, seeking any kind of relief from the teasing arousal building up inside her. The track doubled down into a long, dark tunnel. The two small pops of airtime followed by a dark tunnel only further turned up the heat. One of Genya's hands shamelessly grabbed one of her breasts, groping it through her top. In response, Fuchi turned her head towards him to capture his mouth in a kiss. While the angle was a little awkward, their tongues brushed together to confirm what they intended to do once the ride was done. Her free hand reached back to grip his thigh in return and her hips continued their search for any kind of friction as their faces became visible again once they neared the end of the tunnel.

Fuchi smiled at him, her eyes hazy in the dim light, "I never thought I'd be so excited to get off one of these things."

"The feeling's mutual, gorgeous." The look in his eyes made her swoon. He looked at her like she was his whole universe, but at the same time, he was clearly sizing her up like he was thinking about how exactly he wanted her later. She turned her head back forward as he started to pepper her neck and shoulder with kisses again, when she realized where they were.

The log had come to a stop right close to the exit of the tunnel which led to the lift hill for the final drop. There was a section of water that seemed like it was to push the log up onto the lift, but they had stopped a few meters short of it. They waited there for a few minutes, still kissing and caressing until Fuchi finally spoke up.

"Hey, how long have we been sitting here?"

His lips left her neck with a slight pop, "What's that?"

"I swear we've been sitting here for awhile now."

Looking ahead for himself, Genya noticed that indeed, they weren't going anywhere even despite the water flowing around them. On top of that, the lift hill wasn't moving at all either. He looked behind them and saw a tiny blip of another log outside the other end of the tunnel, which didn't seem to move any closer to them. "Looks like everything's stopped."

"Attention riders," an awkwardly uncertain voice rang from a nearby loudspeaker, "The ride has been stopped, but please remain seated until further instructions are given.

Fuchi's mouth dropped open in shock. "What? Come on!" She threw her hands in the air in frustration. "Of course this would happen to us right now."

"Well damn," Genya sighed as she sat up to keep ranting. He felt noticeably more cold and wet once she scooted off of him.

"Yeah damn! We were so close to the end, I know it!" She got up on her knees at the front of the vehicle and tried to look up to see what was in the lift hill. There was one group of riders almost at the top from the looks of it.

"Heh, maybe that's not so bad," he drawled behind her, a teasing nature in his voice.

She turned back to narrow her eyes at him. "Why the sudden switch? You just said you couldn't wait to get off of this."

"I did," he said, calm as ever as he scooted up so he was directly behind her again. "But look on the bright side, gorgeous. I already have you all alone right now."

"Oh?" her voice dropped as she felt his hands gliding up her legs again. 

"Oh yeah," his voice was gravelly by the time he reached the fraying material of her shorts. "In fact, I think you ought to take these off. I know how much you don't like wearing wet clothes."

"You're joking," Fuchi retorted, but her voice sounded just as heady as his.

"Fuchi when have I ever joked with you?" the grin on his face betrayed him as he gripped the cusps of her ass cheeks, pulling them even further out of the cutoffs.

A giggle bubbled out from her mouth. "I think that right there counts."

He answered with a small chuckle of his own before he hooked his fingers in her belt loops. "May I?"

She readjusted her knees on the seat, "Only if you say please."

With the belt loops, he pulled her hips closer to him, "Please, Fuchi? Pretty please?" he groaned, nuzzling his cheek into the damp denim before planting a kiss against her skin. "Please let me taste it."

She already had them unbuttoned before he finished. "Damn. Well since you asked so nicely," she helped him pull them down over her hips. "You sounded a little desperate though, not gonna lie."

"There's no shame in begging for some-- Goddamn, that sight never gets old," Genya breathed once her shorts dropped to her knees. She giggled as he gathered the back of her panties and tugged them gently upward until he could see the outline of her lips in the dim light. "Hmm, just as I figured. You're soaked all the way through," he noted, rubbing her clit through the thin cotton until he heard her muffling a moan behind her hand. "No need to be shy y'know," he chided her, abruptly slapping her ass so she would gasp aloud.

"Hey!" She hissed, hitting his shoulder with her sneaker. "I don't know if you noticed, but we're in a tunnel. That's gonna echo!"

"Damn, what's a guy gotta do to get you to relax?" Genya mumbled, still holding her in place.

"Relax? We're doing this while stuck on a-- fuck!" Fuchi gasped again when he pulled her panties aside and sucked her clit into his mouth. He worked her expertly with his tongue until her mouth was hanging open.

"I won't fuck you unless you relax," he purred once he pulled away from her so he could pull her panties down to pool at her knees along with her shorts. "When you get all uppity, you start closing up on me, y'know." He started rubbing her again with one hand while the other spread her lips open so he could view the progression of her arousal. "And you're already so damn tight to begin with...makes it an impossible fit."

Fuchi felt her face heating up at his dirty talk, "You're gonna fuck me on here?" She had tried her best to retaliate, but her voice was so breathy she gave up on it.

He was too busy licking at her all up and down to initially answer. "Probably, if they leave us here long enough," he said as he pulled away again to look at her now glistening folds. "Nothin' in this world could keep me from this pussy for that long." He dipped his tongue into her entrance and moaned at the taste before sucking her back into his mouth until he heard her audibly panting, still trying to wrangle her sounds of pleasure in her throat.

"C'mon, gorgeous, l can barely hear you over all this water," he teased her as he slipped one finger into her. "Really wanna hear how me fucking you on my fingers makes you feel, babe..."

"Hahh...oh...it feels good..." she managed to whimper, looking back to see his eyes drinking up all of her form as his digit pumped in and out of her. "Add another one?"

She felt him leaving her and watched him lick his index finger before generously wetting the middle as well. "No problem," he smirked before slowly sinking the two fingers in together. He fucked her like that for a good moment, until she started rocking back and forth in sync with him. "Attagirl, that's more like it. See? I can feel you opening up around me..." He playfully bit her on the right ass cheek while he started to pump deeper. 

"Yes, Gen....yesssss it feels so good..." she was slowly getting braver with her vocals. Either that, or the way he curved his fingers just how she liked made her forget to keep quiet. "Yes! Ahh, add another finger!"

"Say please." His hand in her froze; his voice was suddenly serious and steely, with a sharp edge like a blade.

"Aaah, fuck off!" she whined once he stopped moving.

"Not so fun when the tables turn on ya, huh?" Genya smirked before spanking her harshly on both cheeks, "Now say please like you mean it."

Fuchi made meaningful eye contact with him, "Gen, please put another finger inside of me," she pleaded, trying to fuck herself slowly, tantalizingly, on his still fingers. "How else am I supposed to prepare myself for your massive dick?"

"Ooh, she took the logical route," he chuckled before giving her the satisfaction of his ring finger sliding in. "You're still a brat though."

"I did what you asked!" she cried out in the middle of a long-winded moan. She felt him stand up behind her and smack her ass one last time before he was pressed all the way up against her back. A solid mass of body heat beneath damp clothes punctuated by his dick straining against her ass through his pants.

"All that talking again. Just hush up and let me make you cum, 'kay?" He was back in her ear, sending a pleasant shiver through her when he gently blew a breeze on her wet neck. "You're so fucking sexy just like this. I really could just fuck you right in here." 

"Oh yeah?" she raised an eyebrow before spitting on her fingers so she could properly touch herself long with him. "Do it then...fuck me..." Her voice had that edge to it that she often got when she knew she was close to cumming. The sounds of their hands working had begun to compete with the sound of the water around them.

"I dunno..." His voice grew grittier as his fingers worked into her faster, "where would I be able to cum?"

"I'd take it! Fuck! You know I'd take it all!" she panted, her hand doing its best to keep up with the pace of his.

"Mmm, I know you would. Just wanted to hear you say it. Because I know how crazy thinking about that makes you." His free hand let go of her hip to plunge down into the front of her top, grabbing at her bare tit and rolling the nipple between his fingers. "Come on, gorgeous, I wanna hear you cum. You're so close, let me hear how bad you want it..."

"Gen! I want it I want it I want it....ahh!" her orgasm was much closer than she realized. It came to her quickly, making her jump slightly and lean over the front of the log to seek purchase in the grooves of the fake bark. She surprised herself with how loud she cried out at the end. She let him fuck her through it until his fingers left her, rubbing slick over her clit until she was shaking again.

"That's it, babe...Fuck, you got so tight around my fingers just then," Genya groaned before he enveloped the aforementioned fingers in mouth. Fuchi watched him suck his fingers clean until he dropped back into the seat, taking his hand from her shirt along with him. He wrapped his arm around her hips and crashed his face into the swell of her ass cheek so he could kiss and suckle at it until he left a nice dark mark. All while he used his opposing hand to begin unbuttoning his pants and palming at his erection. "Tell me where you want this dick," He murmured into her skin, though she managed to hear it.

"I want that beautiful dick right here and right now on this boat," she said earnestly, still raring to go after her orgasm.

Genya chuckled, peppering her hickey with kisses, "Not necessarily what I was asking but I love that energy."

Fuchi tilted her head and ran her hand through his hair to push his head back up off of her, catching his full attention. "Well then where do you want it?" she asked, taking her hand out of his hair to casually pat both of her holes. Gen stared at her with his eyebrows raised in shocked silence. The pause broke when Fuchi broke out in laughter, which made him laugh again, in turn. It never ceased to amaze him how quickly they could flip the script on each other.

"Tease," he laughed, standing back up to kiss her on her shoulder. She caught him by the chin and kissed him on the lips, holding him there until she felt something hot, hard, slick, and all too familiar rubbing against her sex. "I think I know what I want," he breathed against her lips. She bit his lower lip, urging him on. He had just lined up with her when they heard from the speakers above.

"Attention riders, good news! The ride is totally fine and ready to go. There had been a loose article detected by the ride's censors and it has been fished out and now the ride is cleared. We do apologize for the inconvenience and are offering free meal vouchers after the ride is done. Thank you all for waiting, the ride will start back up in a few minutes."

"Come on," Genya muttered, looking up at the speaker. "Right when we were gonna--"

"What a MOTHERFUCKER!" Fuchi slammed her hands against the vehicle. "First you make us stop here, then once we're about to get serious, it's time to go again? This ride hates me, bro, I swear!"

Her bout of rage softened the sting of being interrupted, bringing a smile to his face. He couldn't help but tease her again, "Thought this was what you wanted in the first place?"

Fuchi stammered, so frustrated, her words clogged in her mouth. "Maybe if they had waited like, five more minutes. Actually, you know what? Get back here, let's do it while we have a chance."

"'m afraid I'll have to turn that offer down," he shrugged, having just finished fitting his still raging boner back into his pants. "You and I both know there's no stopping once we get started."

"True..." she deflated a little, letting him pull her underwear and shorts back on for her before buttoning them up herself and sitting back down properly in the seat. "I'm still mad though. Fuming, even. So much so that I just might have to take it out on you."

"I'm looking forward to it, gorgeous," he said, pulling her back by her waist so she was snug against him again. He happened to smack her thighs in perfect timing with the hiss of the brakes letting them free and propelling them out of the tunnel and onto the lift hill. "And if we get stuck again, I'm fucking you right here!" he proclaimed over the loud clacking of the chain lift.

The actual final drop of the ride ended up being pretty anticlimactic, though they did get thoroughly soaked thanks to a giant splashdown at the end of it. They were still laughing and pushing dripping wet locks out of their faces as they got off the ride and left the station. They were just outside the nearby gift shop when Fuchi turned around.

"Maybe we should dry off and go get-- Oh, hello..." she was sidetracked by the sight of Genya, his hair and clothes still drenched. The collar of his shirt was low enough that she could see nearby lights glistening on his wet skin. The material of it was thin enough that it clung flawlessly to each ripple of muscle on his torso. He flexed his chest when her hand instinctively ran across his diamond hard nipples that poked through.

"I could have sworn you said you were angry bout something earlier," his voice was low and full of promise.

"I think I just remembered what it was. Now I'm mad again," she said, completely hypnotized by the blue and pink lights dancing across the smooth planes of his dripping wet pecs. "Maybe help me express my anger once we get back to the car?"

"There's actually a quiet little construction area behind the ride. If you're mad enough for that."

"I am," she nodded, holding her hand out for him to take so he could lead her there. "And good on it for being quiet. I'm pretty aggy, don't want anyone else seeing that."

Genya smirked as he led the way. "I know you don't."

[otome-reviews]

SLBP Genya Fujibayashi Route Review [SPOILERS]

“If you need someone to rely on, make sure I’m the one you come to, okay?”

I did not have high hopes when I first started reading Genya’s route. He’s billed as the slacker of SLBP, which doesn’t appeal to me one bit (strike one). Also, he was released alongside the inimitable Hattori Hanzo (strike two). And finally, he pretty much made MC do all the legwork in his ES (strike three). But hey, minds can change, right?

Some background: back before MC’s ninja clan turned pacifist, she was friends with two boys, Saku(ya) and Gen(ya). Saku was in love with MC, and Gen, the older, earnest, hard working brother, was simply a friend. And then MC’s village quit ninja-ing, had to go into hiding, and the trio disbanded.

...Until now. MC runs into Gen while he’s on duty as Masamune’s body double (!). He kindly offers MC a place to lie low/plot after she learns that Nobunaga betrayed her village, and she takes him up on his offer. It doesn’t take long for MC to realize that Genya’s a little different from how she remembered him. He’s flirty, and kind of a tease (“You’re worried about being next to an amazing guy like me day and night, right?”). He’s lazy (“A life of ease and pleasure, that’s the best way to go”). And his place in Oshu is a shitty, abandoned temple on the outskirts of town that’s falling apart (this actually becomes a convenient plot device late in the story!).

But he’s a nice guy (this is pretty obvious from the get-go), and life with Genya is pretty pleasant for MC! She stumbles into a healing gig after helping one of Gen’s friends out, and it turns out to be super fulfilling. The two of them spend lots of time relaxing under a cherry tree and chatting with the local kids (who adorably remind MC of her/Saku/Gen ^_^). And for all of Gen’s self-proclaimed laziness, it turns out that he’s got her back when it really counts! Case in point: when MC oversleeps one morning, he does all of her medicine deliveries for her, nbd. Not what you’d expect from a guy who sleeps/gambles all day, right?

In fact, one of the biggest repeat “reveals” of this route is that under the uber-slacker facade, Gen is ready to work as hard as it takes to help out those he cares about. As an example, MC realizes at some point that Gen always takes on the more gruesome ninja jobs, so Saku won’t have to, even though he hates the Iga clan (who doesn’t?? haha). In one of my favorite moments in the route, he also puts his life into MC’s hands (literally) in order to help out Masamune, despite having the option of walking away. This kind of roundabout but “secretly hard working” side of Genya is super attractive to me, ngl!

Speaking of attraction, this is definitely a slow burn romance. MC and Genya have years of friendship history together, and it takes both of them time to stop seeing each others as just old friends (it’s maybe a little easier for MC, given Gen’s flirtiness, ^_^). In any case, MC and Gen’s relationship progression is generally chill/low-key until it really counts, kind of like the dude himself. I thought it was really well done! (This given the fact that Gen’s fake slacker personality still doesn’t do it for me, mind you.)

Plot wise, this route starts out very slice-of-life-y, but everything goes crazy pretty fast. For starters, Gen’s job as Masamune’s body double isn’t without its dangers, and MC does get roped into things repeatedly. It’s all worth it though, because Masamune is a super sweet and grateful employer. ^_^ And then, there’s Gen’s bro Sakuya, who’s been tasked with killing MC. Add in some first love angst, the fractious relationship between Gen and Saku, and Hanzo for good measure... let’s just say, things get pretty dramatic. I enjoyed it!

Overall, I thought Genya’s story was an excellent read. You might think the route is pretty chill while reading it, because Gen is a super chill guy, but the writers manage to pack in an impressive amount of character/relationship development and drama into several short chapters! And instead of telling us what Gen is like and what his relationship with others are like, they show us. I might not find Gen to be the sexiest otome guy out there, but I did end up liking him a lot as a person. He’s a good guy, surrounded by good people (hi Oshu clan), and MC’s life has been made tons better by throwing her lot in with this lazy ninja!

Choice quotes:

“Gender matters not at all when it comes to talent.” - Masamune, proving once again why he is dream boyfriend material

“You’ve got a strength about you, one that lets you choose your own way of life and stick with it.” ​

Personality: 9/10 from platonic perspective, 3/10 romantically. Gen is unequivocally a nice guy, but he tries his hardest to hide it! I personally liked him a lot as a character, but tbh his flirty slacker facade is too strong for me to be attracted at all. YMMV! I know a lot of people love him.

Appearance: 8/10. No body double of Masamune’s is gonna be ugly. ;)

MC: 7/10. This MC was alright! She wasn’t as assertive as I typically like my MC’s to be, but she gets things done.

Plot/Payoff: 9/10. 

Personal enjoyment: 8/10. Liked this way more than I thought I would, given the lack of attraction!

[potatoegirlart]

For my bhna next characters....

I'd say hatsumomo and tenamon and secretly, surprisingly, I'd say benjirou. Only he'd get super pissed off when it didn't come out the way he expected it to 😂😂😂

For slbp..

If they were put into a modern setting...

I'd say Hanae and Akane and Momoko

For akatsuki no yona.. Again put into a modern setting...

Id say jee-sun, hanuel, satori, areum, and li-huan, min-soo, and depending in the day and her moods... Surprisingly, tian.

For naruto...

I'd say taro, wabisuke, and the two surprises being izami and especially kiayo. She finds those kinds of things very entertaining and fun.

Now for my babies from my orginal.. Put into a modern setting..

Sheol. He would love this kind of stuff. So would kase. And mara would enjoy rhe he'll out of them. Tanabi do one out of curiosity and then end up doing a whole bunch coz not only would mara talk him into a whole bunch of her favorites just to see what tanabi would get but also coz he found himself liking them a whole lot more than he expected

Which OC says they’re going to start working, but ends up doing personality quizzes for the next 5 hours

[otonymous]

In The Palm Of Her Hand (SLBP -  Genya)

Description:  Genya meets someone who loves dogs as much as he does Warnings:  None, for once Word Count:  675 words (~3 mins of fluff) Author’s Notes:  This short piece was written for @otomediary and is based on Nairil, her OC, and her canine familiar, Yukiko, both from her awesome SLBP ninja profile!  Please enjoy some pet-related fluff! AO3:  Read here

Tagging other lovely readers:  @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons, @artemira-sengoku, @dear-mrs-otome, @pseudofaux, @fieryanmitsu, @suzi-q-uinn, @kitty-kat-ty, @saizoswifey, @belxsar, @anyakane, @friedchikyorice, @whalebubblez, @selenecrawford, @akiza-hades-rose, @rubyleeray, @heavenzfiend, @duerme07, @classy-mc, @dani677, @kitsune-mana, @azuchi-princess

All characters & SLBP owned by Voltage Inc.

Splayed out on the steps of the dilapidated temple he called his home, a smile spreads across Genya’s face to see Nairil laughing aloud and pinned beneath Oboro and Yukiko, the two dogs playfully licking her face in a tranquil scene that should have been completely unbefitting of a shinobi.

Except that it felt perfectly natural, and the thought that a life beyond the reach of shadows was within his grasp — their grasp — scared him more than he cared to admit.

Genya remembers being struck by the warmth of her personality when she finally deemed it safe to reveal her true self, completely at odds with the cold, calculating ways that marked the Iga ninjas to which they both belonged.  But then he chided his hypocrisy, noting the way his own lax attitude stuck out like a sore thumb among the strait-laced members of Fujibayashi village.

His heart warms to think that maybe they weren’t so different after all.  

Oboro had been the first to find her on that fated day months ago, lying unconscious in the underbrush of a forest Genya was passing though on his way back from a mission.  To be precise, Yukiko, Nairil’s canine familiar, had sought them out, desperately herding them to the side of her incapacitated companion.  The poodle’s beautiful ebony coat was matted here and there with dried blood, injuries no doubt sustained by protecting her owner from foes both human and otherwise.

Sensing Nairil’s hesitation in revealing the circumstances that led to her current state, Genya refrained from asking questions as he carefully nursed her back to health, making use of his lighthearted attitude to slowly draw her out from her shell.

And while Oboro initially expressed misgivings about Genya taking in a complete stranger, let alone a runaway kunoichi, Nairil’s sunny smiles and preternatural ability to empathize and communicate with animals quickly won over Genya’s keeper.

In much the same way, she also laid claim to Genya’s heart.

For although he complained about Oboro’s incessant nagging, the dog who worked tirelessly to wake him every morning and ensure he completed his missions on time was like family to him: a sibling who didn’t reject him…a mother in place of the one he lost.  So when it came to judging someone’s character, he placed complete faith in the dog who only ever had his best interests in mind.

But perhaps more than that, the sunlight that filled his chest whenever he saw the corners of Nairil’s eyes crinkle with every easy smile told him the truth of how he felt.  And if that failed, there was always the embarrassing twinge of jealousy that nipped at his heels whenever he felt the dogs were getting more than their fair share of attention.  Not that he would ever admit it.

“Don’t cha think it’s high time I get a turn on your lap?  A fella’s only got so much patience, y’know.”  

Genya drawls as he saunters over to the trio, chest peeking through the front of his loosely draped kimono as he unceremoniously plops himself onto the grass, nestling his head on Nairil’s thighs as she makes to sit up.  Annoyed at being displaced, the dogs let loose a few barks before settling next to the couple, the very picture of a happy family.

“Fair’s fair, girls.  The pair of you’ve already monopolized Nairil for the entire morning.”  

Genya smirks, closing his eyes at the feeling of her hand combing gently through his disheveled hair.  There, under the comforting warmth of the afternoon sun, he wonders what karma brought Nairil to his door and enticed her to stay.  But just as he starts to melt into the tranquility of her touch,  the heat of her breath by his ear sets his heart racing again:

“Gen, we were just training.  Could it be…that you’re jealous again?”

At Nairil’s teasing question, Oboro gives a conspiratorial bark, tail wagging in mirth while Yukiko tilts her head to peer curiously into Genya’s reddened face.

“Jealous?  Of these two mutts?  Babe, gimme a break!”

All the same, he turns to bury his face into her lap, the sound of her endearing laughter shaking the foundations of his heart even as she holds it firmly in the palm of her hand.

Thanks for reading!  More stories available here! 💕

[maddy-the-otome-hoe]

Crack from the SLBP Discord Server. Foam and Fanfiction Part 1

On one random Saturday afternoon the seemingly peaceful trampoline park was overtaken by all of our favorite lords and ninjas. But what’s the best part of the  a trampoline park though, the giant foam pit of course! And that’s exactly where everyone ends up. Wanna see what happens next? Enjoy this crack fic written on the SLBP discord server! Part two coming soon. 

Tagging: @stars-over-omori @fscottcatsgerald @space-romantic

A lot of people already logged off so I couldn’t get everyone’s urls to tagg but I’ll add more tags when needed. I will also be logging off on the 17th so see everyone again on the 18th!

Ieyasu and Inchiyo are not amused

Shigezane dragged Masamune into the pit to hide from Kojuro

Foam will not stop Kojuro

Masamune is now annoyed that he can’t get out and blames Shigezane

Hideyoshi faked being stuck so Mitsunari would come in after him

Kenshin realizes it’s another way to escape Kanetsugu

Yoshichi & Shigezane hangout and scare people walking by

All of the Uesugi guys are in the pit except Kanetsugu

He’s standing outside seething with barely contained rage

Hotaru is having fun

Kageie is napping

Shingen climbs up to sit on the big foam rock meant for workers and begins giving Yukimura orders to defend his position

Yukimura is struggling to move despite Shingen making it look easy

Masamune and Yukimura see each other but can’t get close enough to fight

“Stop stalling and fight me Date!”

“You just wait Sanada!”

Shigezane tries to throw the blocks at Yukimura but they hit everyone else

Mitsunari is trying to calculate a way out with Hideyoshi in tow but Ieyasu is blocking the ropes and trying to make his own escape

Nobunaga is trying to fight Shingen for the big block. Even tries to pull Shingen’s hair but it’s not effective.

Genya is throwing blocks at Sakuya and getting glares in return

Oboro is barking at Gen cause they have work to do

Kyoichiro is complaining that Sasuke pulled him in but doesn’t try to get out.

Sasuke leaves like thirty minutes later but Kyoichiro can’t get out

Oboro and Kanetsugu are all anger and stress

Haku and Saizo are having none of it

Mitsuhide was content just watching and sighing

Until he saw Tora jump in

Then he dove in because he was worried

Sees Hideyoshi in the pit. “Oh hello how are you doing?”

“I’m fine. Are you looking for something?”

“A small grey cat. Have you seen it. I’m worried.”

Katsuie trying to tell Toshiie & Hideyoshi how to move through the foam while telling what he thinks is a ‘heart wrenching’ story from his youth

Nobuyuki is sitting on the side drinking tea reassuring Yukimura that he’s doing fine

“Brother! How is my form?”

“You’re doing great!”

Saizo can’t help but laugh at Yukimura (rare ikr)

Yuki pushes Saizo in as he laughs at Yukimura

She then joins Nobuyuki for tea and they invite Kanetsugu

He gets flustered when Nobuyuki and Yuki start to flirt

Kanetsugu jumps into the pit when Yuki tries to flirt with him

Kotaro tries to jump in after Sazio but he jumps into the wrong pit

Hotaru tries to introduce Sazio to Kenshin

“Lord Kenshin this is my amazing older brother!”

“Who are you referring to?”

Saizo sank into the foam and hasn’t been seen since

The pit doesn’t phase Hazo’s hair. Like it’s still perfect

Tadakatsu gets kicked out into the same pit as Kotaro

Starts following Kotaro around

“Noooo! Please call me a worthless worm too!”

Both Hazo’s are in the pit with Ieyasu

Kiyohiro is trying to get Ieyasu out

Masanari is trying to further bury him

Ieyasu is spilling profanities. “LET GO OF ME YOU INSOLENT SNAKE!”

Tadakatsu can feel Ieyasu’s rage from his pit with Kotaro

The animals

Oboro is pacing and stressed.

Tobimaru is playing and swinging on the ropes. Helping Saku avoid the blocks Genya is throwing his way

Raita is jumping around and trying to catch blocks

Nobunaga never realized there were ropes to get out

Too busy trying to ‘overthrow’ Shingen as king of the foam rock

“If anyone’s gonna rule this hell it’s going to be me Takeda!”

Smol Sasuke came from the arcade and joined Shingen on the rock

He’s taunting Yukimura

But this only encourages Yukimura to fight harder

Nobunaga temporarily gets on the foam rock but let’s smol Sasuke stay on it too.

Everyone gets out too exhausted to fight.

Toshiie, Yukimura, Sakuya, and Masamune are the last ones in

Yukimura and Masamune are still too stubborn to admit they can’t get out

Now it’s turned into a contest of who can stay in the longest to cover for it

Saizo and Kojuro pull them out at the same time so the winner is still unclear

Yukimura- “I’ll beat him next time Saizo. You’ll see!”

Saizo- “We’ll see dear.”

Shigezane- “Whooooohooooo! Whose ready for round 2! Dodgeball!

Glares from everyone

Starts out as everyone vs Shigezane but that doesn’t last long

Yukimura and Masamune get very intense

“DATE!”

“SANADA!”

Ieyasu knocks down both Nobunaga and Hideyoshi

Mitsunari swears to avenge Hideyoshi

Glass gets broken and they get banned from dodgeball

“It’s a foam ball! How do you break glass with a foam ball?!”

Sasuke broke it

[daeva-agas]

hello daeva, would you happen to know who the pairings will be for the next Ai Ran BE in SLBP? the one that would be called "Tempations of Twilight" thanks in advance!

OK, put kimono lord in mini 1

Put attendant(?)/bodyguard in mini 

Mini 1 - mini 2

Nobu-Akechi

Akechi-Inu

Yukkin-Masa

Saizo-Nobuyuki

Masa-Koju

Koju - Shige

Hide-Mitsun

Inu-Hide

Yasu - Nobu

Mitsun - Yasu

Kenshin - Shingen

Shingen - Saizo

Shige - Kageie

Nobuyuki - Yukkin

Kageie - Kenshin

Saku - Sasuke

Sasuke - Kyo

Hanzo - Hotaru

Gen - Saku

Hotaru - Hanzo

Kyo - Kaede

Kaede - Gen

[wingcinna]

Hey I was wondering if I could Ieyasu with a child? I love your art by the way it's amazing!😊

thanks for the motivation to actually finish this sketch of Ieyasu and the triplets!🍓

[yoolee]

SLBP Next Gen OC Babble

UH warning for Major Character Deaths (that did not necessarily occur in game – but did in history), exactly zilch consideration given to reality when it comes to offspring. And, to be fair, exactly zilch consideration given to much of anything. I’m just writing. WHO KNOWS what will come out until it’s done. Know how in greek mythology Athena just banged her way straight outta Zeus’s head, fully formed? Mood. I feel you Zeusy. I do.

These don’t all exist in the same time/AU? Though I also overlap them willy-nilly as I please. FEEL THE SELF-DISCIPLINE. (It feels like nothing. Nothing at all). This isn’t all of them. Just the ones that my fingers needed to get out of their system. I’m just along for the ride. If I ever add the rest it’ll be to this post.

BABY BOOKWORM (F): Brilliant, brutal, beautiful – looks like Saki, with Mitsun’s intellect behind it. In another time, she might have been a scholar, completely content (if somewhat cloistered) with her books and her studies, but war compromised her life in a big way. Her father was determined to protect her, but also wanted her to be able to protect herself, so he taught her swordmanship alongside her brother and retainers, and she looks enough like her twin brother that she’s not above swapping places with him to give herself more agency. Her father was beheaded by the Tokugawa for supporting Baby Monkey’s bid and as a result her relationship with aforementioned BM is strained at best. She blames him for a lot – including what she perceives is a weak will and inability to do anything with the power he was born with, but also feels tethered to him and his success because of how much her father loved him and her brother still does. She will push and push and push and push and is not entirely capable of accepting that she might be wrong in any given situation. Never relaxes. Permanently stuck in acerbic tongue rage mode with only rare, brief glimpses of Being Actually Human.

BABY BOOKWORM (M): A fast, fast thinker, but quiet about it. Grew up on stories of how wonderful Lord Hideyoshi is (and then was, in the past tense) so did his best to emulate until it became natural. Laid-back, friendly, but oh-so-manipulative. Comes across as the friendlier of the two, but is actually even more hard-wired to Logic over Emotion than his sister. Has a mind for tactics and strategy but doesn’t care to apply it – he’d rather be on the battlefield, in the middle of the mindlessness of it, than using his brain to bring it about. Gives the impression of a taut string about to be plucked, if you pay close enough attention, which most people don’t because next to the vibrating rage of his twin, he seems super chill. Never actually relaxes, though he tries, unless he’s around kids.

BABY MONKEY: His father was a farmer who became a soldier, and Baby Monkey is a soldier who wants to be a farmer. He craves peace and stability and can’t entirely stomach what’s necessary to attain it. Constantly feels like he is trying to live up to a myth. Genuinely kind person. Manipulative when he has to be, but not as good at it as his father, and each failure makes him feel a little smaller in his shadow. Happiest when the people around him are happy, so he gets back up every time and tries again, and tries desperately to shove down his own dislike for the spotlight so he can use to it to make them happy.

BABY TANUKI: Has the world—except for her father—wrapped around her delicate, darling fingers, and she might very well strangle it if given the chance. Doe-eyed and dear she is perceived as something of a simpleton, fragile and sweet and gentle and tender and loving and she is none of those things. She is calculating and vicious and quite nearly straight up immoral, except sufficiently unmotivated that for now it’s enough just to be adored by everyone and think them fools for it. There is a sort of seething fury at her lot in life, in knowing that troops won’t follow her into battle or bow at her feet in fear of the blood she’s spilled, and the only person who gets that is her father, who begrudgingly raised her to find power she clearly craves in other ways, without ever spelling out that what was what he was doing, trusting her to be smart enough and strong enough to take what she was taught and find some way to do what she wants once she figures out what that is. She is clever and capable, just doesn’t have a goal. The endless, endless mind games she plays and the adorations she collects are mostly a manifestation of the crushing boredom that comes from being a lady of the castle, as it were. Scary MF. Intense and deceitful. But for all her uncaring, she’s never actually really hurt anyone (maybe a few sore hearts) or been genuinely cruel – and in fact, she’s probably smoothed more situations and saved more souls in her quest to be loved and cherished by all than not. WILY.

BABY FLOWER: Loves her father but is painfully exasperated by him. She is his greatest treasure, most dearly loved, and even though he tells her that literally every time he sees her, she is always secretly happy to hear it, and the way her father’s quiet melancholy clears for just a moment when he does. Dutiful, responsible, serious and elegant, she genuinely enjoys being a Lady and all that it entails. Constantly, CONSTANTLY clamps down on her urge to gather and collect pretty things because she’s seen what it does but oh, OH how that impulse is there. Has had a crush on Ai for basically forever, but the older girl only sees her as a precious little sister and is pretty firm about that, to baby flower’s eternal heartbreak XD Can drink every Echigo retainer under the table, every time, without ever turning her cheeks pink, not that she does so often, because even if no one else can tell what happens to her mind when she takes that first sip she can, and the places she can go when she does frighten her, though she grimly appreciates knowing they are there if she needs them. Has an inherent nobility and grace that serve her very well.

BABY POET (Mitsuhide lol): COMPLICATED BUNDLE. Has an absolute, unbreakable, unbendable, unflinching code of honor. The world is black and white and there is no such thing as gray, and they live by that in a way most humans can’t manage or commit to. In a manner that often throws people though, they aren’t particularly judgey unless called on (usually by Baby Demon) to voice their thoughts, which are always, always honest and rarely easy to swallow. They don’t care what others do – it’s their own honor that matters, but it just makes them that much more of an astute observer, since they have little stake in others. They are incredibly perceptive and incredibly adept at getting to the heart of things in a way that can be unsettling if you haven’t been honest with yourself. Seems very quiet and polite and poetic—and to an extent, they are—but they also have a bit of a ‘burn down everything that is bad  - including ourselves if are so - and start anew from the ashes’ take on life that can be, uh INTENSE. Not in any rush to do that – they’re pretty sure they’ll know when they’re called to do so. And they won’t flinch.

BABY DEMON: Solemn, quiet, serious, honorable. Saw a little too much a little too early and will spend his whole life trying to make up for debts that aren’t his – as well as the ones that are. Fully aware that if he manages to build the world in his vision there won’t be a place for him in it, which is probably why he hangs with Baby Poet, who knows it too. Often forgets about the little moments for himself – he works very hard to protect them for his followers (birthdays, blossom-viewing, weddings, good meals) but rarely, if ever, participates himself, until his retainers seek him out and drag him into it because they know he won’t break out of warlord mode without them forcing him to do so. Actually painfully shy and very, very sweet under it all, but ignores that because what value does that bring anyone?

BABY TIGER: Almost a carbon copy of his dad. Bold, brave, bigger than life. Charismatic and unstoppable, but not stupid (though he can be). Eyes are always shining about something. A realist who chooses to live as an optimist. Not a lord - the Takeda clan has been defeated by the time he is a teen, disbanded or absorbed into others, but he still loves people, and he is still a leader, and he will still protect anyone who asks it of him. Wanders hither and thither with Smolsuke, who chose to be his shadow like Sasuke was for his dad. Could care less about things like unity and Divine Rule - he cares about the people in front of him, and the lives they live now and what he has to do to keep them safe and make them better. 

RANDOM RELATIONSHIPS:

Baby Bookworm (F) x Baby Tanuki: Should their paths ever cross they would loathe one another to their cores – mostly, yes, for the similarities simmering under the surface, the shared rage and brilliance. In particular, Tanuki would hate Bookworm for having the agency to go to battle, disguised as a man or not, and Bookworm would loathe her simply for the family she’s from and what they took from her, in addition to being a deceitful horror – because Bookworm would see through her instantly. Just like Tanuki would see through her and know just where to poke to make her hurt. IN THE MODERN WORLD they would be best friends who would rather die than admit a modicum of affection for one another, and probably occasionally contemplate murder, but would also be super chill roommies where Bookworm read and Tanuki murders throngs of zombies on a video game before getting dinner and bitching about the dumb people in their lives. Pants-wettingly TERRIFYING when they choose to be a united front.

Baby Bookworm (F) x Baby Monkey: Unadulterated rage and fearful sympathy. Bookworm hates him for not doing what she feels like he could be doing, not taking the power he has to make things better, and he feels guilt over what she’s lost and finds her presence exhausting (because it is). He also dislikes that she makes him feel inadequate, because it (possibly ironically, given her goals) makes it even harder to step up. Despite all of that, he really, truly wants her to be happy (in part, yes, out of his own guilt in her unhappiness) and that is motivating in its own way. They steer clear of one another, because it drains them both to go at it, which they do, every time, and so they spare themselves unless there’s no other choice.  

Baby Brave x Baby Dragon: MEANT TO BE. Childhood love to something forever-lasting. They get to be happy because I said so. Fight me.

Baby Deer x Baby Jokester: They do settle! They stay in Europe for years until they decide it’s time for a family and they make their way back. Their parents know. Despite them supposedly running off without a trace, Nobuyuki shows up the day his first grandchild is born and kisses her brow before leaving, and a traveling merchant with a toothy grin sometimes stops by to deliver letters and goods that he refuses payment for. They don’t see their cousins, but their children meet theirs, someday.

Baby Flower x Baby Tiger: Baby tiger has been in love with her forever (or thinks he has been), but she pretty firmly prefers girls and has made that clear, so over time, they become best friends. Would not hesitate to die for one another, but they are both strong enough and smart enough and absolutely determined enough to manage to save the other’s ass without dying, because living for someone is so much better. He never quite gives up the torch he carries for her, but he tries to – even using her for advice on wooing and such XD since he’s pop’s ways work about 50% of the time.

Baby Bookworm (M) & Baby Monkey are also BFFS, as are Baby Tiger & Smolsuke

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Soo...

I downloaded the love 365 app(finally able to now that I have a job, and can pay to buy some stuff! Yaaay!!) And I've been playing saeki's route. (The whole reason I downloaded the app tbh. I loved him in the party version, but I wasn't able to get past one of the avatar missions and had to discontinue playing. Which saddened me coz I was so into it! So anyways, my friend told me to download the love 365 app, and I'd be able to play. So... Yeah!) Although he's different than the party version, I knew I wouldn't be disappointed, or hoped anyways, and I wasn't! Though I only got season one(all of it! Yessss) and am saving up coins for the second season, and beyond, I feel like I'm already wanting to write something for saeki 😅. I know some spoilers for the other seasons(thanks to my Japaneze friend always giving me the spoilers I love 😂) and I've played through his season one(including his pov, and I'm now on episode 6 of his epilogue!) And I feel like I wanna write something for him. And his kid. I have some ideas, and I think they're pretty good. Haha and I really wanna write for his kids(if you've read my other stories, you know next gen aus are my thing 😅 what can I say? I love baby stories!!!) Anyways, I think once I post a few more for my slbp ones, I might start posting my saeki ones. But... If anyone has any idea what he's like as a dad and or what his kid is like, I'd love to know coz it would really, really help further cement what I want to do, and help me decide the direction and such that I should take it. And of course, ideas are welcome as well! Don't be shy, but seriously, if anyone has any pointers they can give, believe me! Most appericated! Thanks so much!

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Young Love (SLBP Next Gen)

@wingcinna was kind enough to trust me with her precious OCs. Hiromichi is Yukimura’s son and Tsukiko, Masamune’s daughter. If you haven’t already seen her amazing work, go check out her SLBP Next Gen.  I always look forward to seeing her work!

Summary: From childhood friends to his coming of age, he had always only had eyes for her. But she only had eyes for Lord Kojuro. Now that he was leaving the object of his affection for the first time, there were words he had to say.

Genre: Romance

For other works: Masterpost

For other headcanons: Headcanon Masterpost

Hiromichi rubbed at a stubborn stain on his hakama. It has been a full week since Tsukiko stopped by. ‘Was she mad at him?’ Today was his last chance to see her before he left.

Clutched in his hand were a clumsily assembled bouquet of morning glories. Ikebana was not one of his strengths, but he has worked hard on it, albeit with some help from his uncle. Girls like flowers right? He rubbed the stain harder. Ugh, he should’ve asked his sister for help getting the blooms, but then he knew she would tells their mother, and goodness knows where that would lead. He’d never hear the end of it.

He suppressed the urge to pick at the bouquet. She’d get his meaning right? Tsukiko hadn’t spoken a word to him since he told her he’d be following his father in his next campaign. Heaving a sigh, he scratched his head in frustration. It wasn’t like he was planning on dying. No, he had no intention of dying. He would accept death when it came, but he wasn’t going to run into death’s arms. There was too much to live for. For example….her smile popped up in his head, and he flushed bright red.

Where was she? The maid he had asked said she should be coming out to the garden by now. He took three steps forward, then turned around and three steps back. He had been doing this for a good half hour now. Then a familiar figure turned the corner. The colorful blur moved as fast as it could in all those layers of kimono. She was beautiful. Somewhere along the way, he had forgot to breathe until she was right in front of him.

“Why didn’t you send word you were coming today?” she threw the words at him, hands on her hips. “Um, hi.” He could feel the red rising up his cheeks as he got a full look at her. She was magnificent. Every bit a princess. It wasn’t the kimono. He was sure that was pretty because her mother would never do less for her only daughter, but she sparkled every bit like the moon she was named after.

“Hmph,” Tsukiko huffed. “I thought you were still mad at me,” he confessed. “Did I say I was mad?” “No….” he trailed off leaving an awkward silence between them.

”You look different today,” he blurted out, wanting to say anything to banish the awkwardness between them. “We had guests today. Mother made me dress up.” “It’s pretty.” “Oh…thanks.” Pink bloomed on her cheeks, and he melted.

“Here these are for you,” he held up the bouquet. “Morning glories aren’t my favorite.” “Then we’ll toss this out. I’ll get you something else,” he hurried. “No!” her hand reached for the bouquet before he could just chuck it to the side. “I didn’t say I didn’t want them.” “Oh. Alright then.” Hiromichi fidgeted with his scarf. Things never used to be so awkward between them. The words used to be so easy. He shifted his weight from foot to foot.

“Do you know what morning glories mean?” she mumbled down into the bouquet. “Yea.” “Then?” “I’ll always come back.” There was no uncertainty in his voice. “Promise?” she looked up at him, the full weight of her gaze on him. “Promise.”

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Hana and Kenshin passed on their good looking genes on to their son, didn’t they? C’mere cutie 🤗💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋😘

This man is beautiful and would certainly pass on that beauty + Hana’s cute self = beautiful son 💗