Ikemen Revolution/Sengoku/Royal Imagines

Lucifer: Do not fight Lucifer, he will win, and you won’t even see your death coming. If you are hell-bent on fighting him at least say your goodbyes to your family before doing so.

Mammon: Fight him but be warned he will cry, and you will feel like an awful person for doing so. He has enough from his brothers please don’t be mean to him.

Leviathan: Why would you want to fight him? He’s an otaku with an already below ground self-esteem. Please do not fight him because you’ll have to live with the guilt for the rest of your life.

Satan: Fight him. You won’t win and you’ll only regret it, but you’ll at least have the bragging rights at having been able to make Satan lose his cool.

Asmodeus: Fight him? I mean you can. But he’ll kick your ass and look good while doing it.

Beelzebub: DO NOT FIGHT! He is a big cinnamon roll and all he wants in life is for his siblings to be happy. Why would you fight him? Do you enjoy hurting cute things? Shame on you for even thinking about it.

nexilis (adj): woven together or intertwined

→ pairing | edgar x unnamed female reader (alice)

→ genre |  angst + fluff

→ word count | 2,664

→ written by | @dangerousfe-l

→ requested by | anon

→ prompts | “you look like you could use a hug.” + “who hurt you?”

→ note | i might write edgar a lot, but at least i have good taste. and i live by that. (also, i recommend listening to ‘i found’ by amber run while reading this~)

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It was a normal day, as long as you ignore the fact that it wasn’t.

It began with him slipping out of his bed hours earlier than usual, careful not to wake the princess sleeping oh so peacefully beside him. She, rightfully, had little idea of the things he was orchestrating in the shadows, and looking back on her still features contorted by sleep, he couldn’t help but be glad. It was in his best interest to keep his pure lover separate from the things that continued to dirty his hands further.

His groggy eyes trailed down to his hands, lit up by the moonlight shining through the dull panes over his bed. To the naked eye, they were merely calloused by years of handling a sword, but to his more knowing ones, the phantom stains of old blood never disappeared. He reached over to the bedside table and pulled on the dove white gloves he was never seen without and felt himself physically relax as the soft fabric slid over his knuckles.

He had always felt safer with them on. Vulnerability is a deadly concept when faced with the crimes of a guilty man, after all.

sure! here ya go!

cw: depressive thoughts

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Tokugawa Ieyasu

Ieyasu's finger twitched. “You,” he said to a maid, and she paused in her footsteps, turning to meet him. “My lord?” 

“Have you seen the princess anywhere?” 

She thought about it, and then shook her head. “No, my lord. I haven't seen her at breakfast, either.” Panic rose in her eyes. “Is something wrong with her? Is she sick?” 

Ieyasu hated that he didn't know the answer. He had spent a good few days busying himself with his paperwork and maintaining his fief, plus he also had to cooperate with Mitsunari and Hideyoshi on the matter of training new recruits. 

He promised to himself that he would make up for it by spending the rest of the week with her. He was nearing the long list of tasks he had yet to complete, and he was planning to ask her out to town tomorrow. 

“I don't know.” The words that left him were smoke after a gun's trigger had been pulled. 

He headed to his room, and his steps were not even. He opened the door to his room and his eyes rested on the lump hiding under the blankets. He sighed. 

He walked over, kneeling by the futon. “Hey, silly.”

No answer. 

He lifted the blankets slightly and slid his hand under in the gap. A few seconds passed and he felt her hand, a little warm to the touch, reach out to hold his. 

He drew circles on her hand with his thumb. “You're warm,” he said. “The maids said they didn't see you at breakfast.”

No answer. 

“We had that thing you made for me once. Pumpkin simmered with ground chicken.”

No answer. Ieyasu braced his forked tongue to stay put. “I liked the one you made for me more, though.” 

“Mm.”

An answer! He'd always thought of her as a twittering bird, but now he missed her voice dearly. He'd forsaken the clouds despite the clear sky. 

“Are you sick? Did Mitsuhide say something to you?” 

“Not sick.” 

“Then what's wrong?” He had to be gentle. He couldn't push her like he normally would. He squeezed her hand. 

“You know how dogs howl when they're in pain?” 

Where was she going with this? “Yeah.”

“It feels like that for me. Except–” She rose from the blankets, revealing her form with disheveled hair and dry lips, her skin as pale as a doll's. Her eyes were swollen. She had been crying. “It feels like I'm hurting all the time.”

His heart ached. “Your heart is sick,” he concluded, and the realisation made him feel guilty. Did he not love her well enough? Did his unruly tongue get the better of him and hurt her one time too many? 

She looked at him with her eyes that were once a cloudless sky, now filled with the hazy mist of morning. The tears that were pooling in her eyes caught the light like dew clinging onto leaves after the rain. 

“I'm scared, 'Yasu.” 

He inched forward closer. “Can I…” he swallowed. “Can I hold you?” 

She nodded imperceptibly, and he slowly wound his arms over her body and rested his nose in the arc of her neck. He did not hold her tightly, no. Not like he was rope that tried to bound a fugitive. It was like this: he held her around him the way flowers grew towards the sun. 

“Everything feels tiring,” she breathed out. “I feel like I'm destroying everything.”

Ieyasu leaned back to look at her. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. She had been suffering for a long time. Simply reasoning or telling her why she was wrong wouldn't help. 

He inhaled a breath. “Tomorrow.” 

She blinked through her tears. “What?” 

“Let's go out tomorrow. We'll find ways to rebuild the things you want.” 

“But, your work–” 

“I'm already done. I did all of it so I could spend more time with you.” He raised her hand and pressed a kiss there, delicate as a butterfly's touch. “I promise.” 

She sniffed and showed him a smile. It was weak, and it didn't reach her eyes, but it was a smile. 

He held her in his arms until she fell asleep, her cheeks drying after her tears had made scars on her face. 

She wasn't a clear sky. 

She was just a normal person, with high tides and deep trenches. The person that he had thought of as a brilliant, miraculous sky after a storm was the untameable ocean. 

It hurt to know that his judgement had been proven wrong, but that wasn't important. He raised a lock of her sunset coloured hair and pressed a kiss there. 

Whether you are the sky or the ocean, I will love you no less. 

I’m sure you aren’t too new now! Sorry these requests have taken so long – student teaching has been taking so much of my energy that it leaves me little time for schoolwork and sleep, let alone requests!

The Black Army is my army, but since I don’t know what yours is… here’s both☆! 

Characters: All the Red Army; All the Black Army

Overall Rating: General

Tagging: @chiefofpigs​ for Edgar and Seth; @oswaldsirius​ for Sirius; @littlelady-blackwell​ for Ray!

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Ray: He has had every part of his long overcoat yanked around – the back, the sleeve, and at one point, even the chain in front when you were overwhelmed in town. When you inevitably utter a rushed whisper of his name, he is there to support you. Keen senses figure out the situation, and he will remove you immediately, holding you close as you cling tight to him. He’s not going to let you go. Not when you need him most.

Sirius: His large hands are warm and oft-available, making them relatively easy to grab onto and fiddle with until you calm down. He can tell the difference between you taking his hand and you grabbing onto it when you feel overwhelmed, and responds accordingly. If the latter, his thumb is running over your hand, soothing circles reassuring you that he is there and not letting go. When you squeeze twice to let him know you’re letting go, he always asks: “Are you sure?” – just in case you need to hold on a little bit longer.

Cyprin makes my heart happy ❤️ sorry for the wait!

For once in their life, Alex Cyprin had no idea what to say. They had been blessed with a silver tongue, but that meant nothing when they could do nothing to comfort the woman they loved.

They knew Olympus would find them eventually, they couldn’t keep running forever. Even with all of their power, Cyprin was powerless to stand in the way of the gods. They cared very little about what happened to them, but the idea of anything happening to MC left a pain in their heart no god would be able to mend.

The person they had loved for their entire life was in danger of being taken from them. They knew her physical body would remain, but the person she was would be lost to them forever, and the idea of looking at her everyday and not seeing the woman that held their heart was a fate far worse than death.

They did not think they had the strength to exist in a world where MC was not by their side, and if the gods took the light of their world away from them, Cyprin would turn their back on them forever.

But for the moment, all they could do was kiss away the tears of the only woman they had ever loved. Their best friend, their lover, their reason for living-she was all of things and more, but the words didn’t seem to be enough.

They kissed her with every ounce of passion they possessed, hoping she could feel all the things they couldn’t say.

You’re my whole heart, my light in a world constantly shrouded in darkness. You’re my first thought when I wake, the last when I fall asleep, and the person who helps me hear the music in the world.

I love you.

“It’s always been you.”

A lifetime is a hell of a long time to be in love with someone, but time has little meaning when you are a demigod with plenty of time to spare. Alex Cyprin could not remember a time when they were not helplessly in love with MC, it was just as much a part of them as the air that they breathed. It was a constant presence with no beginning and no end, and no matter how much they tried to bury themselves in their work, MC would always emerge at the forefront of their mind.

Alex wasn’t sure when they stopped thinking of MC as their childhood friend and started seeing her as something more, and they were even less sure of when they began hoping for a future with her. Despite their lineage, Alex had never considered themselves to be divinely blessed until the day that MC became theirs. 

The moment their lips met, it was as if life was breathed into Alex for the first time, and suddenly the colors of the world seemed more vibrant and every love song immediately made sense to them. 

All too soon the need for oxygen forced them apart. They pressed their foreheads together, savoring the feeling of finally being in each other’s arms. Alex struggled to find the right words, but for the first time in their life they found themselves at a loss. 

“I never thought…I mean, I can’t believe this is happening.”

MC beamed, her smile sending Alex’s heart into that familiar frenzy. 

On the eve of his release...

Words: 440 Rating: 16+ ⚠️ Trigger warning: suicidal ideation/mention of suicide ⚠️ Tagging: @themayamermaid-blog and @snow–blanket

“Tell me, why are we up here again?”

She didn’t respond, using her strength to push herself up through the skylight. The ceramic tiles of the roof were cold on her bare feet, the rough texture bumpy under her soles. The wind was much stronger up here than in the gardens, and she held her arms out for balance as she hesitantly stood up.

I’m watching the Bee Movie and I was just pairing everyone with Ikemen Sengoku characters so I thought I’d share with you all 😩😩

Nobunaga Oda – Barry B. Benson, the Bee man himself

Hideyoshi Toyotomi – Adam Flayman

Ieyasu Tokugawa – Ken

Masamune Date – This Pollen Jock badass hottie

Mitsuhide Akechi – Layton Montgomery (I’m sorry baby)

Mitsunari Ishida – Mooseblood. Somewhat. Attitude wise, not really, but aspect wise, yes.

Kenshin Uesugi – Lou Lo Duca

***I couldn’t think of one for Shingen I’m sorrryyyyyy

Yukimura Sanada – Hector

Sasuke Sarutobi – Bee Larry King

Kennyo – Bob Bumble

MC – Vanessa Bloome

I’m still doing the NSFW asks, but I figured I’d make one for sfw stuff if anyone wants fluffy stuff!

part 1 | part 2

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