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[lufestre-blog]

“It looks good on you.”

Words of praise rarely left the mouth of Nobunaga. Often would they appear as sarcasm and whatnot, intending to look down upon the Warrior of the Nameless soldiers. So once she gave a twirl of her new (most modern and recent) outfit, Medb was left speechless in the casual compliment. Cheeks turning bright pink, she remained still on her spot. In any other situation, would she have tackled the other woman and tease but -- ah, how can she when her heart was beating so fast?

“I suppose my charms are finally working?” Embarrassment, what a refreshing sensation.

[renastre-blog]

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“Ah, how small! You’re quite the tiny gal!”

 “Do you need help reaching that by any chance?”

[kumoranai-blog]

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     Imanotsurugi thought to explore the city. It was an interesting city, really, filled to the brim with interesting people (and not so much people), and even if he was all alone, without seeing Iwatooshi or the others, he was perfectly okay with that. 

     Okay, he wasn’t okay with that, but he had to pretend to be. “It doesn’t hurt!” he cried out, his new motto, as he stomped around in an open area in the city. Scrunching up his nose and closing his eyes, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. 

     And upon opening his eyes, he took a step forward, without looking at his surroundings (perhaps he thought if he had closed his eyes hard enough, things would go back to how they were), and tripped over someone walking. Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure if the other person also tripped.

     “Waaah, I’m so sorry!” He sniffled, as if he were a child. Turning back to look at who he had fallen over, his eyes widened in both surprise and wonder. “Gahaha,” he said, mimicking Iwatooshi, perhaps deeper than his normal voice. “Are you a samurai? Hm? Hm, mist...” A pause. “Miss? Ah, you’re a girl! Sorry! Are you a samurai, miss? I didn’t know samurai could be girls!” 

[hiyoshisaru-blog]

“LORD NOBUNAGAAAA!!!”

     The moment Hideyoshi had seen that familiar red cape and long black hair, Hideyoshi came running-- dropping anything and everything he was currently holding on to, including his groceries. And without warning, the boy tackled Demon Archer’s waist and clung to her.

“It’s been so long since this monkey has seen you!!”

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[utautailadytwo-blog]

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     Two gazes through the clouds above her. It’s true shes fixated upon something, and although it it is to say. That she see’s it, she’s not quite sure what it is yet. Worried it could be something horrific, she continues to stare up as if in a hazy daze. The dark corners of shadows escaping through the wifts of clouds but their solid hold do not let any figures slip through. Making it hard to make light of anything in the horizon. Her stance is held, and she’s rather ept of gazing about.  Its the sound of anothers approach within Sia that grabs her attention.     With the flicker of her head, locks of hair bounce along to quick movement. Sure enough she catches sight of a woman garnered in a wonderous robe. Two finds herself dazzled already by the others presence, her transfixed gaze having melted completely. Turning into one entirely enlightened. ❝  Hello! I didn’t even think I’d see anyone climbing up these mountains!! What are you doing here miss? Enjoying the view I hope? ❞

[steponmearuji-blog]

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In life, Oda Nobunaga commanded men--samurai whose fealty could never afford to waver, collared tight by an ambition that always demanded more and more from those who had very little else to give. 

In death, Oda Nobunaga commands memory--and it’s haunting, constricting, every bit like a phantom that settles on his hand and says, kill, Heshikiri; it is why I keep you.

(So he does, so he does. It is Issei’s voice he will listen to, Issei’s call that beckons him now, but it will always be Nobunaga’s rage that simmers beneath the surface, and Nobunaga’s cruelty that whets his edge.)

It is not unlike a dream, then--a dream and not a nightmare, a dream and not a memory--to see his former master now. She is a woman, different from what he knows, but a sword does not remember from a face. A sword remembers from touch, and there will always be days--and nights, and evenings, and all the time in-between--that Hasebe feels it still.

“Oda Nobunaga.”

It is not a greeting; it is a statement, a reminder, a name that feels too familiar on his tongue.

You should not be here, is one sentiment; my lord, is another. It does not belong, but none of them do, here.

[lufestre-blog]

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❝ Your cape, will you lend it to me?” She tugged on red fabric, preventing the other woman from moving another inch away. Her voice isn’t demanding, the plea almost appears sincere. This sector was beyond nauseating, even from sight alone and she had paid for venturing in the most unsuitable place with her only available attire in the city.

“My skirt has been stained with some disgusting substance, I cannot be seen like this.” That said, it appeared like quite the toxic one -- green neon dripping from white frills, droplets splashing the pavement and smoke rising up once hitting it.

[sophisticatedsuccubus]

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I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better