#tomonobu

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[yajifun]

元禄日本国図　石川流宣 画　1702年

国立国会図書館デジタルコレクション

“此大日本國正統圖行基菩薩分形也當時之城地道路遠近数里等加書之令板行者也 元禄十五壬午歳 畫師 石川流宣 東都城府 本町四丁目 圖林 相模屋太兵衛板”

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“You want some of this cake? C’moooon, beg for it!” (TomoNobu)

«Nobuuu~» she whined, in a small laugh. «C’mon, just a little piece of cake!» It was so weird to bed Nobu in a non-sexual contest, somehow. But she liked that kind of playful moments with the youngest. «You don’t make princesses beg outside of the bed! Only if you’re having sex on the couch--... or in the kitchen. Or in the shower. Well, you got what I mean anyways.»

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MOTHER YURI ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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«Are you sure this looks good? I have to go meet the new photographer for the shootings, and I don’t know if I’m supposed to look professional or show the merch. Or both.»

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"Wait... you're having a what?!" (Nobu to Tomo)

«You heard well, don’t make me say it twice.» she whined, looking up at the other. She thought that from that position, sitting on the couch, looking up, she might have looked cuter and Nobunaga could have taken it better but… she can’t just take the new of a late in her usually super regular monthly non-pregnancy reminder well.

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"Are you in love with Nobu" (for anyone that concerns)

Sighing, Tomomi rolled her eyes. «Why people keeps asking me this?» she mumbled by herself, hands resing on her sides a little. «No, I’m not in love with Nobunaga. Love is gross, and relationships are gross— and she got that ungrateful brat of hers anyways.» she shrugged, not really noticing she may have slipped too much this time. She really didn’t want to talk about that, nor think about it.

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«S-Sure I do…!» nodded Aika, her eyes watery and wide, almost scared that someone doubted that. How could someone even have the need to ask? Nobunaga was the only thing she cared about anymore. «Nobunaga is my husband. My family. Do you think I turned so bad not to even like my own family…?» asked her in return, swallowing back some tears. It was so easy for her to cry, nowadays.

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I'm Coming Home (TomoNobu)

Your Muse Has Been Missing For X Amount Of Years. Send “I’m Coming Home” For My Muse’s Reaction To Finding A Voicemail On Their Phone Of Yours Saying Just That

Voicemail, voicemail, voicemail— why are those so popular? She never got it. They’re just bothersome, and most of them are a distant “No, she doesn’t pick up!”. Sighing annoyed, she pressed the start button and got the phone to her hear, to hear what there was to say.

«Kitsuno—»

Widening her eyes, she almost dropped her smarphone. She knew that voice way too well.

«I’m coming home, Kitsuno. I have no time to explain now, just leave the door open okay?»

—and it was over. After all those years, it was over alredy. Just blinking a few times in disbelief, she trew her phone on her bed. «N-Nobu…»

That night she sure wouldn’t have slept a single minute.