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The 5 Years’ Gratitude Collection is here, and with it so much love from the SLBP team. Plenty of adorable animals surround a scene of gifts, with your beautiful self at the very center! 

All pose traced from [RINLEN] - SEASONAL FEATHERS MV

Shingen Takeda

Bonus [Shingen’s POV]

Pictures of dads does not necessarily correspond to the correct prince

So actually, i really don’t want to play his route after i got his end spoiler from tenka 

But ofc i’m masochist (and there was promo too) so yeah—

Now. i’m crying and because of that i have some motivation to draw angst–

The last memory of Yukimura Sanada, his last hope, his last regret

A/N: I just know this is going to be both hilarious and painful. Rest under the cut to save dashboards.

Part 2.1

Nobunaga.

What did he do? That was the price of his pride, wasn’t it. The girl was crying in his arms, a big bruise on her forehead that was caused by his own practice sword. Nothing seemed to work. She wouldn’t stop crying. He knew it had been a bad idea to let her stay. He should have sent her away, with her mother, but no, those puppy eyes were stronger than he was. And everyone tried to warned him, to tell him that his girl was walking right to him, but he thought they were trying to distract him.

They weren’t.

“Here, have some sugar stars”, he wiped her tears away, before kissing the red mark on her forehead. “Mama’s sweets will make you feel better, ok?”

Mitsuhide.

He thought it was a good idea. To show his daughter that he was strong, that he could protect her too. And so, he couldn’t say no when she asked him if she could stay in training. Well, what could go wrong? Right? Everything. Everything could go wrong. He was always so defensive that when he heard something behind him his first impulse was to attack.

He wish he hadn’t.

“Are you okay?!” he rushed to her, hugging her and trying to cease her tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Papa was careless”. Mitsuhide showered her in kisses and pampers, guilt heavy on his shoulders after seeing the bruise that was sure to appear any time.

Yukimura.

Oh boy. 

Oh boy.

It had been a long time since last time the retainers had seen Yukimura panicking so much. He was carrying the little girl in his arms, running around the castle, yelling to the maids, for someone to help him. When you heard him, you left the kitchen as fast as you could. Then you saw him. Your daughter in his arms, both of them crying. 

“I… I…”, he sobbed. “She… I… I’m sorry…”

Kojuro:

Kojuro: That one’s the dump.