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conquest nōhime private | selective follows from ryuojun

[shidenraikiri]

savageorchids‌:

    “As Chrysalia’s reigning warlord, I’ve decided to implement a new law. We as warriors should strive to be closer to our links, and becoming more like them is but the first step towards that.”

    “As of today, if you want dick, you climb up in a tree and scream for it. Like any decent Ninjask would.”

“Ahem.”

“DELELELELELE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!“

[mitamabusho]

Ugh. Why does she love you both?

[mitamabusho]

Take her to Lavender Town city, where the music drives you insane and the ghosts are pretty.

[dragnxr]

Please watch Nobunaga Concerto.

[scurgal-archive]

I bet you want to be called by your first name too you thirsty whore

[gon-iii]

空より早く茜色

2013年、嵐山渓谷。

埼玉県の嵐山渓谷は京都の嵐山の風景によく似ているとのことで「武蔵国の嵐山」と命名されたことが由来だとか。

と、言うことを京都出身の人に話したら笑われた。笑うな！w

[bluwiikoon-archive]

Nō from Pokemon Conquest, for surskitty! I haven’t played the game myself, but this is an interpretation of what she may look like if she got Giratina.

[covvend]

Repurpose

[bnmxfld]

I knew he didn’t love me, but I adored him anyway.

Patti Smith / Just Kids (via bnmxfld)

[ginchiyo]

     Ginchiyo. Pokemon. Conquest.

Mutuals only, written by Misha

[wickedorchids]

♙ - okay but u know kicho and nagu Talk Shit at warlord gatherings

Epiphany Drabbles

♙ - my muse watches yours’ with their fiancee/partner/spouse and feels a ton of regret

    “There he is. Get a good look, I want you to remember that face.”

    Following Hisahide’s glare, Ruolan finally settled on a man across the room - distinguished, with dark hair and an elegant bearing that set him apart from the other warlords. Her lord’s scowl deepened, lips pulling back from his teeth.

    “It’s infuriating. So smug, thinking he’s so much better than everyone else - and his wife’s no better.”

    His wife. Her chest tightened as she caught a glimpse of the woman beside Nobunaga, carrying herself with such an unearthly grace that her feet seemed to hardly touch the floor. Ruolan had heard of Spectra’s leader, but nobody had mentioned how breathtaking she was; black curls pinned up from the curve of her lily-white neck, the softness of her full lips a stark contrast to her piercing eyes.

    Most of the women attending with their spouses at least made a sporting performance of being happy to be there, but Nobunaga’s wife gave away nothing. He seemed less her husband and more a faceless shadow at her side, melting into insignificance. What did he matter next to her? She looked self-possessed, crossing a floor separate from their own noisy world.

    “Yeah,” Ruolan finally managed, her mouth suddenly feeling full of sand. “She’s…really something else.” Hisahide shot her a sideways glance, his disgust fading into a sly look.

    “Ah, are we jealous? Don’t look so sad, pet; she might be a beauty, but you’re not without your own merits. Lady Nouhime thinks she’s a cut above the rest of us, just like her husband.”

   Not answering, Ruolan watched the woman’s retreating back. Hisahide wasn’t entirely off the mark - she did feel a stab of envy, watching the couple pass by. For Nobunaga, who was lucky enough to be by her side. 

    “It’s nothing to worry about, my lord. Nothing important.”

[mitamabusho]

[in-sunshine-and-in-rain]

same

[rojanihil-deactivated20180314]

me and my wife throwing shade

[wanokokoro-japan]

Genko-an Temple (Kyoto,JAPAN)

Summer/Fall/Winter

[mitamabusho]

[Muse Playlist]

RULES: spell out your muse’s name with song titles from your playlist. bonus if you can manage to make it fit them. self-imposed hard mode: i can’t use anything from anime & i can’t repeat artists

King of Anything - Sara Bareilles I Will - Mitski Cannibal - Ke$ha Heart Attack - Demi Lovato One Blue Sky - Sugarland

//

No Tomorrow - Birthday Massacre O Death - Ralph Stanley Had Enough - Breaking Benjamin I Walk Alone - Tarja Misery Business - Paramore Elan - Nightwish

tagged by: @savageorchids​ tagging: if you haven’t been yet, go forth and meme

[mitamabusho]

dokuhiime‌:

    Giggles bubbled up behind Kicho before the girl could even get close, unable to stifle them. Sprinting over to close the gap between them, she flopped down on her stomach beside the woman, feet idly kicking the air.

    “You’re getting better at this - I didn’t get near as close as last time!” This addressed both Kicho and Froslass, the latter to whom she directed a waggling-fingered wave. She was grateful for the chance to visit them; Kicho didn’t scold her like her mother did, didn’t tell her she needed to behave more like the young lady she was becoming. Hiina had no interest in becoming a young lady if it meant giving up on her fun.

    “I’m doing better now. Mama brought over one of those stupid tutors again, but I slipped out of the room while he wasn’t looking…You won’t tell her I’m here, right?” Stretching, she twirled a lock of hair around one finger. “If I have to listen to one more word about politics, I’m going to turn into a ghost.”

Froslass conducted a summersault over Hiina, playing with the fringe that ended its body as though to mimic the young woman. It soon grew bored of the game and settled once again in midair behind its partner. “I see,” Kichō said severely before giving Hiina a conspiratory wink. “Such a shame it is he lost his pupil. Would you like to hear something interesting? I promise it has nothing to do with politics.”

She held up a scroll, index finger poised to undo the silk ribbon that bound it together. The sound of distant chimes seemed to come off Froslass as it drifted in the air. “I’ve found a new ghost story.”

[mitamabusho]

hiragum0‌:

    She noticed him…He’ll remember this for the rest of his afterlife.

“Who was that?”

“Some old guy who kept trying to kill Oda-dono.”

“What’s Nobuyuki doing here?”

[mitamabusho]

@hiragum0​

Sprays the formless specter bothering Takatora. “Shoo.”

[mitamabusho]

enjuju‌:

@mitamabusho​

“Tadaima~.”

With tourist season finally falling to a close, Matsuba could finally afford to leave town long enough to follow the whim of his soul. Ever since he first stepped foot on Ransei soil, it always seemed to call him back. Most of the time it was just a whisper, a faint notion of where he could be, but with the hustle and bustle of foreigners and festivals, he wanted nothing more than to settle into the peaceful drum of secluded life.

“I hope the year has treated you will, Nouhime, though from what I’ve heard on my travel here, it has been anything but peaceful.”

<”♫Home home home home home~”>

Someone else was even happier to be back.

“Okaerinasai.”

Matsuba’s presence was refreshing as the crisp air of autumn. A good, true friend she was rarely able to see for the ocean that separated them. “Welcome home to you, too,” Nōhime greeted Gengar with a smile that grew as she turned back to Matsuba.

“True, ours was not a year of peace. I could call it quite auspicious for myself, however. My lord husband has finally accomplished what he set out to do so many years ago. More importantly, I have found an heir in the time you were away. You will both have to meet him while you are here. He’s a shy lad, but quite keen.

“But, what of yourselves? Have you any adventures while you were away?”