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[ranseiuniter-a]

Olli understands my fucking vision

[hiragum0]

@ryuojun​

    What sort of icebreaker was acceptable for a situation like this? “Hello Nobuhiro, thank you for visiting. I’m afraid the kingdom burned down since your last visit, but do try to make yourself comfortable.”

    These sort of things were outside of Isao’s pay grade.

    “I-I...I appreciate you taking the time to come back, my lord. Particularly in light of...well...” Stop stumbling, idiot, say something- “...In light of what happened recently. I hope you’ve been received well by everyone else.”

[magonumberfive]

👄 our fave gal, ayumi

Talk Shit Meme ll mago vc i dont wanna play this game anymore

Her.

Not even her. It. 

Some tortuous hell-spawn carved out of his own weakness. How could he trust it. Trust anything in that festering pit. They were all there to gut him. Gut him. Gut him. 

He could still feel it, see it. It ripped apart his mind, staring out of the eye of his partner as they stumbled through the endless halls of Dragnor’s dungeon. A blur of stone and iron. Shouting. Footfalls. Panic. Ko, pulling him along. Honey was coming-Hotaru had her. They would be safe. Just another corridor. Just another. Just another. 

Then It. Standing. Smiling, daggered teeth. Waiting. Stalking. 

Chasing. Hunting. 

Gutting. 

Carinivine threw herself at that thing, defending her master with everything she had, desperate for freedom and light and the sun. For anything beyond the box she was stuffed in. Beyond the ache and screaming of Magoichi’s tortured spirit. Tortured body. She was dying right beside him in that prison, but they were so close. He was so close. He had suffered so much. 

Gutted. 

He felt it. Felt the naginata rip through his body, jutting out the other end, slick and hot with blood. His. Hers. The poor thing writhed in agony, in any attempt to escape. But that thing just dug her weapon in deeper. Twisted. Twisted. Swallowing up her life with a laugh. Trill, pleased, screeching in his mind. He was next. He was already dying.

The bile rose in the back of his throat quickly, making him retch. The ringing in his ears was deafening, but it started to subside, leaving him with a glaring sense of light in his face instead. His chest caved, suffocating the frantic pounding in his chest. 

Shigehide Magoichi turned his head and hurled. 

[tragicdetermination]

    “So, tell me, when do I get a raise?” // @ryuojun​

[galaciearts]

some conquest crossing if you will feat @ranseiuniter‘s hiro and @ryuojun and @oraflamme’s nobunaga and ranmaru

[sachisama-blog1]

@ryuojun

When Papa said they were going to be visiting a friend in the north, he didn’t expect to see a dragon walking around like a person. If they had known that was the norm, they would have masked themselves in their own illusion. Not that this one had a very good disguise, he was still so spiky! He had to be a dragon! 

“What kind of dragon are you?”

[ranseiuniter-archive]

@ryuojun from ask

    Hiroko’s face visibly drains of color. Did he really have to cut through the chase so quickly? She could try to draw it out--scrunch her nose and point out that she left the warlords in power to act as mouthpieces for their people, which is why she was asking him, and what was more--but that would just devolve into another argument, and... well, it wasn’t even true in this case. 

    “Look--I have a reason for asking, and I’ll explain it,” she inhales through her nose, trying to claim her fried nerves, “But I meant in broader terms. Like--what would you do? What would you change?”

[fusionbolts-a]

    Zekrom has been very enthusiastic about introducing him to their new... friend? Hero? He wasn’t really sure which was more accurate--they described some process called “linking” that he couldn’t exactly wrap his head around. They’d dragged him to the castle, both hands pulling him along by the (good) arm.

    To be honest, he doesn’t really know what he thinks of this younger fellow Zekrom has befriended. (Nobunaga, was it? He could hardly judge the aesthetic, of course, when he himself was clad in mostly blacks and dark blues at any given moment.) But Zekrom seems to like him, so he’ll take an optimistic approach--at least this one hasn’t done anything (to his knowledge) that had upset them like the Harmonia boy they spoke of.  

    “Nagu-nii! I brought him! This is my dad, Adair!” | @ryuojun