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Pulled from my AO3 Account. 

What follows are snippets of problems the warlords might come across if they went to the future with MC and had a child. [Side note: These were written before the introduction of Yoshimoto, Ranmaru and Motonari.]

Nobunaga – Son

Nobunaga meets with his son’s history teacher at a Parent-Teacher conference. His son, named Hideyoshi, is failing history.

Teacher: Mister Oda, your son is not only consistently answering questions about the Sengoku Period incorrectly, but claims he knows for a fact that the history books are wrong. We’re very concerned.

Nobunaga: Nonsense. I’m something of an expert on that particular period. What is he saying that’s incorrect? I will remedy it.

Teacher: *Hands him an open history book.* See here. Your son consistently gets these facts incorrect about Nobunaga Oda.

Nobunaga: *Reads.* What is this nonsense? I didn’t… I mean, HE didn’t do any of this. He was more concerned with unifying the country and making love to his wife.

Teacher:

Nobunaga:

Teacher:

Nobunaga: It seems as though my son is correct. Your history books are inaccurate.

Teacher: Get out.

Hideyoshi: Daughter

Hideyoshi is concerned about all the male attention his daughter, Mei, gets from boys. She’s 16.

Mei: Dad, he JUST invited me out for tea. It’s just tea.

Hideyoshi: It’s NEVER just tea, Mei. Tea is a date that leads to questions about yourselves and then you start to like each other and then you have to pretend you’re just interested in each other as siblings to escape the fact that your life belongs to Nobunaga and—”

Mei: Um… Dad.. Why would my life belong to uncle Nobunaga? And I like Hikaru as a boyfriend. Not as a sibling. When you like someone, you’re supposed to tell them your honest feelings.

Hideyoshi:

Mei:

Hideyoshi: Go to your room.

Mitsunari: Son

Mitsunari’s son, Ieyasu, is excellent at soccer. He wants to join the school team, but the school requires fathers to help coach.

Ieyasu: Dad, what are you doing up? It’s 2:30 in the morning!

Mitsunari:

Ieyasu: Dad??

Mitsunari:

Ieyasu: DAD!!

Mitsunari: *Reaches out and pulls Ieyasu onto his lap.* Stay with me, darling. I’m almost finished with this book on how to coach soccer. Be good for me and then we can go to bed and make love.

Ieyasu: STOP STOP STOP DAD STOP! I DON’T WANNA MAKE LOVE TO YOU!

MC: What is going on in he—Ieyasu, why are you in your father’s lap?

Ieyasu: He thinks I’m you! He’s reading a book and—

MC: I’ve told you about trying to disturb him while he reads. You should have known better.

Ieyasu: Mooommmmmmm. Hellllpppp.

MC: *Sighs.* Hang on, let me go find the cat.

Ieyasu – Son

Ieyasu is supposed to be having “The Don’t Be Mean To Girls Talk” with Yuuto, who is six.

Ieyasu: And so, when you’re sure she likes you, you make sure she thinks you hate her. It will make her want you more. You don’t have to throw rocks at her like you did in school today. Just tell her she is silly and brainless. She will love it.

Yuuto: Really? Because mommy said that boys who are mean to girls never marry nice beautiful women when they grow up.

Ieyasu: *Leans in close to whisper. * It worked for me.

Yuuto: *Gasps*

MC: IEYASU WHAT ARE YOU TELLING HIM?!?!

Masamune—Daughter

Masamune’s daughter, Tatsu, had her first kiss. She’s 15. Masamune just found out.

Masamune: What do you mean he kissed you and now wants a date? Where is this lad? He’s awoken the One-Eyed Dragon!

Tatsu: Dad! It was just a kiss! I wasn’t expecting it, but it wasn’t bad. And he’s cute!

Masamune: He shouldn’t have kissed you out of the blue like that! You don’t kiss someone unless you both like each other and the mood is right!

MC: Is that so? I seem to recall someone kissing me without my permission shortly after we first met. Hmm.. What was his name? I can’t seem to recall…

Masamune:

Tatsu:

MC:

Masamune: C’mere lass. I’ll remind you!

MC: *Runs.*

Masamune: *Chases.*

MC: *Texts Tatsu* You owe me. Go on your date.

Mitsuhide—Daughter

Mitsuhide’s daughter, Akira, has a new boyfriend. Mitsuhide is anxious.

Mitsuhide: We could simply have him over for dinner.

MC: That’s a great idea!

Mitsuhide: *Smiles.*

MC:

Akira:

Mitsuhide: *Innocently.* What?

MC: I know that look. That’s the ‘I’m going to torture him’ look.

Akira: She’s right. You look positively threatening.

Mitsuhide: *Happily.* Do I? We should have him over. I can just sit here and smile at him.

Akira: DADDDYYYY

Mitsuhide: Well, we know nothing about him!

Akira: Why don’t you just look at his Facebook?

Mitsuhide: Because that takes all the fun out of it. I can’t torture him for information I already have.

MC: Honey. We’ve talked about this a thousand times. Torture is illegal now.

Mitsuhide: *Pouts.*

Kenshin—Twins

Kenshin’s son, Senso, and his twin sister, Heiwa are outside playing. They are play fighting in the front yard. Senso and Heiwa are sword fighting with wooden swords and Heiwa gets a bump on her head from a misplaced sword swing.

Kenshin: What is this? Heiwa, what happ—you’re bleeding. WHO HURT YOU? I WILL DESTROY THEM?!?

Heiwa: *Points to Senso.*

Senso: *Trembling and crying.* Dad… I didn’t mean to. We were sword fighting like you and uncle Sasuke do and I hit her on accident. Please don’t destroy me.

Kenshin: You were sword fighting? *Looks pleased.* Indeed. Well done, Senso. You won the duel.

Heiwa: But Dad! I’m bleeding.

Kenshin:

Kenshin: I’m in trouble. If your mother finds out about this…

MC: Finds out about what?

Kenshin: Uncle Shingen taught them how to sword fight.

MC: WHAT? I will have words with him!

Twins: *Giggle.*

Kenshin: Quickly texts Shingen an apology.

Shingen, who lives next door: *Reads text.*  …Shit.

Shingen—Son

Shingen’s son, Kaiyo (11), and his father are sneaking through the house late one evening.

Kaiyo: Are you sure, dad? Mom says we’re not allowed.

Shingen: Technically, your mother said we were not allowed before dinner. She didn’t say we were not allowed in the evening.

Kaiyo: *Opens pantry. Takes out Chocolate Cake.*

Shingen: Atta boy. She said she hid it, but I watched her eyes. They flickered to the pantry. I knew it would be there. Our Moon Goddess is beautiful, but easily read.

MC: And you two don’t know how to whisper.

Shingen: We’ve upset the Moon Goddess, son. Time to present an offering to her alter and hope we are forgiven!

Kaiyo: *Gives MC a bite of chocolate cake. *

MC: *Can no longer hold her frown.* Mmm.. The Moon Goddess approves of your offering. You can have a small piece. But then go to bed!

Shingen: My sweet Moon Goddess, you have a little chocolate on your lips. Please allow me to help remove it.

MC: *Blushes.* Sh…Shingen.. Not in front of Kaiyo.

Shingen: Kaiyo! Remember what I told you about when the Mood Goddess turns red?

Kaiyo: *Covers his eyes.*

Shingen: *Kisses MC and licks off the chocolate.* Mmm.. Heavenly.

Sasuke—Son

Sasuke and his son, Kage, are in Sasuke’s home lab. Kage is 14.

Sasuke: And so we add a touch of this and boom! Homemade smoke bomb.

Kage: Cool!

Sasuke: Indeed it is! And if those boys bully you again and try to take your glasses, you throw this on the ground, and then spread out the spikes I made for you. Then you run.

*Sounds of MC’s footsteps approaching.*

Sasuke: Kage, remember what I taught you?

Kage:

Sasuke:

Both: *Whispered.* Ker-Vanish!

Both: Hide behind the lab desk.

MC: *Steps into the room.* Strange… I was sure I heard them. Maybe they are outside. *Leaves.*

Sasuke:

Kage:

Both: *Fist bump.*

Yukimura—Daughter

Yuki’s daughter, Hayami, comes home from school, crying. She’s 7 years old.

Yukimura: Baby, what’s wrong?? Why are you crying?

Hayami: A boy at school called me names!! He said I was weird, and I run like a goat!

Yukimura: Let me see you run. I’ll tell you the truth.

Hayami: *Runs away and comes back.*

Yukimura:

Hayami:

Yukimura: Alright goat girl. Who taught you to run that way?

Hayami: MOMMMYYY!

Yukimura: SHHH!! I was kidding, baby. Don’t tell your mom. She’ll yell at me again!

MC: Tell me what?

Yukimura: Our daughter runs like a goat.

MC: YUKI!

Kennyo—Daughter

Kennyo and his daughter, Reiki, are sneaking through the back door, another stray kitten in hand. Kennyo: Now remember. If Mom asks…

Reiki: I don’t know where it came from. 

Kennyo: Exactly.

MC: And if Mom catches you in the act of bringing ANOTHER cat home? Then what will you do?

Kennyo: I shall fight dirty and present you with a sneak attack. 

Reiki: *Hands MC the kitten.*

Kitten: *Mews pitifully.*

MC: *Sighs.* This is the last one. Seriously, you two. The house is full. *Takes the kitten inside.*

Reiki:

Kennyo:

Reiki: You think she’s noticed the two we added yesterday? 

I’ve talked to some of my peeps, in my Ikemen trash gc here on tumblr, and I brought up the idea of doing an elimination game for the Ikemen series. I’ll start off with ikesen first and if the game is successful, then I’ll be doing one for ikevamp and ikerev.

Rules of the game!

1) the objective is to keep your best boi/bias in game, meaning you must vote out the characters you aren’t so chummy with. If your best boi is eliminated then you may continue and help your second best boi stay in game. Or get revenge!

2) when voting out a character all you have to do is comment their name, or reblog and state the name there.

3) only vote once I won’t count more then one vote from the same person.

4) after three days I’ll collect the votes and post the next round.

It would really help if people rebloged and got more people to participate! This can be really fun if everyone joins.

Now we shall decide who will be crowned best boi of ikesen!

Have you guys read sunstone?

yes?

Are you indoors and need more stuff?

I can’t offer any nsfw fun, but here’s Blood Stain 1- 4 pdfs 

and all current Punderworld  :D   

  All nicely tucked in my dropbox folder :D

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You’re welcome!

Please share for your fellow animators or aspiring ones!

This is huge! I’m so proud of them 😭

Can I have an IkeSen matchup please?  Just…not Hideyoshi!

Thanx so much for the request @valfraeyja​ Lol, here you go love! Hope you like it ^_^ I definitely didn’t match you up with Hideyoshi! Hehehe ^0^

So I match you with…………. Nobunaga

So, it’s so secret that Nobunaga is one arrogant man. Like he was shocked that you didn’t even know who you had saved from the fire. How have you not at least heard of him before? You basically just shrugged and said,’ “you must not be that important, I guess.” How interesting, you had saved his life without expecting anything in return, and you are bold enough to speak your mind without a care in the world. He gave you that signature smirk of his as asked if you would like to rule by his side, and so your relationship started.

You hadn’t heard from Nobunaga since the fire, until now. A maid came to inform you that you had been summoned by the lord of the castle himself. On arrival to his room, he casually commanded you to warm his bed. You legit laughed in his face. Like HELL NO. You told him that life isn’t some game in which he can control everyone, and even if it were, you would beat his ass cause you were one of the top female gamers in your time. Que amused smirk.

Sitting in his room once again, trying your best to come up with your best strategies, to wipe that smug look off his face. This time you were going to win. It had now become the norm for you and Nobunaga to play Go once a week. You tried to summon all your knowledge from all the games you had played in the past to aid you. Oooh geez, if only the two of you were playing call of duty or command and conquer, things would be going very differently for you, and he would be the one sweating. Dang it, once again you had lost. You tried your hardest not to rage and flip the table in your frustrations. The loser’s penalty, you may ask. A bag of candy… that stuff was like gold in this time, and you just lost another bag of your favorite candy from the future. Next time, you swore as you looked down at your clenched fist.

He was actually kind enough to offer you some tea and candy as a consolation prize every time you lost, which you graciously accepted. That is when you spotted his sword collection hanging against the wall. You tried your hardest not to geek out and play it cool. He noticed your interest in the collection, and that’s when you mentioned that you owned a few back home. How on earth was that possible. He had never heard of any woman being interested in weapons, much less owning them. He was even more impressed when during an enemy attack, when you skillfully picked up a bow and expertly shot it. His fireball had once again saved his life. He took note of your love for weapons and, for your birthday, surprised you with a beautifully carved bow, inscribed with your name on it, so that you could continue protecting him as his lucky charm.

Between all the games of Go, archery practice, casual tea date in his room, and getting scolded by mama bear for overeating candy, the two of you became an item. You always seemed to both shock and amuse him with all your different talents and hobbies. His favorite one so far was discovering you liked to dance. He now has made it a habit to dance with you every time he can see you getting a little sad or depressed. Cause lets are real how can you not have a smile on your face when you are dancing and goofing around with your lover.

You love Nobu so much. You love that he is always there to comfort you whenever you have a nightmares about a zombie apocalypse. You love how he holds you tight while stroking your cheek gently and whispering words of love in your ear to coax you back to sleep. He loves how he has found a life companion that brings so much peace and love into his life. The two of you can often be found outside on the balcony wrapped in each other’s arms, sipping on some sweet sake. It looks like at the end of the day; you did land up ruling the world by his side.

Other possibilities………. Kenshin

Writing Advice from Raymond Chandler

(Typewritten and taped to the stairs of Shakespeare & Co. bookstore in Paris, France)

1. A writer who is afraid to overreach himself is as useless as a general who is afraid to be wrong.

2. Technique is never enough. You have to have passion. Technique alone is just an embroidered potholder. The moment a man begins to talk about technique that’s proof he’s out of ideas.

3. The most durable thing in writing is style, and style is the most valuable investment a writer can make with his time. It [style] is a projection of personality and you have to have a personality before you can project it. It is the product of emotion and perception.

4. The challenge is to write about real things magically.

5. The more you reason the less you create.

6. Don’t write anything you don’t like yourself and if you do like it don’t take anyone’s advice about changing it.

(a/n: imouto~ ahhhh im sorry it took so long and i hope this can make you smile the way you always make me smile! |▽//)ゝthank you for reading them ༶ඬ༝ඬ༶ ) please have some Masanari goodness in thee dark times // i hope you and your family are safe!

fandom: SLBPcharacter: Masanarino warnings

Luck

I have known Master Masanari for two winters now, and I was certain it was not by chance that his footsteps were always so soft as to be imperceptible whenever he approached my chambers.

I know this, because he does not bother to hide himself when he approaches the other rooms. His footsteps sounded as close to a normal samurai’s footsteps as a ninja could replicate: heavy and steady with honorable purpose – and more importantly, loud.

At least, to my ears, they were very loud.

I had lost count of the times when I would hear Master Masanari approaching the infirmary, where I usually stayed when I was not in my chambers, administering medicines and salves to the wounded or sick retainers. I would hear him round off a corner, open the other rooms as if searching for something, stop and exit the hallway, before returning a few moments later and finally opening the door to the infirmary with a pleased smile on his face to meet my own scowl.

He was doing both on purpose: lumbering about, knowing too well that once I had heard him, all my senses become attuned to expect a surprise; and softening his presence to invisibility, knowing I could do nothing about it, before very casually rupturing any concentration I may have had.

To what end, I do not know. As it was often with that enigma of a man, he could be doing it out of the tragic ennui he always claimed to have. And if it were, it would not be the first time.

I have seen him do far worse to stave off boredom.

So it could be said then, that trying to send me into the afterlife with fright was his more menial hobbies.

One moment, I would be quietly mixing my potions – grinding, mashing, measuring, tasting, testing – and the next, I would sense a presence beside me too little too late, and I would jump from my skin, hissing; sometimes spilling my ingredients, sometimes spewing a few profanities even, one time nearly burning a very rare flower and an arm. But always rounding onto an amused and smiling Master Masanari, asking for forgiveness he knows I would not withhold.

But a line has to be drawn somewhere.

“Is my dying of fright your goal?” I finally hollered at him, standing up and glaring, and then having enough even of that because I know that any more staring at him could very well end with me blurting out that everything was okay without him asking for it.  

“Let us hope it would not end with that.” Masanari answered, settling down. “It would be every dull for me, truly, if you did.”

I scowled. I should not have expected a straight answer. “So it is your actual goal?”

“Hardly.” Masanari gave me another of his smiles. “A pity only one of us actually trusts your skills to hold a little scare, every now and then –”

“My what?”

“ – so I do not see how or why you think a little surprise is enough to end you, or that my goal is to scare you to death.” He shook his head. “That is not exactly my style, don’t you think?”

I stared at him through narrowed eyes. Was this for real? Was I truly under the tutelage of a man who not only considered my death dull, but answered in the same breath that his preferred method of killing would not be so simple?

“Unbelievable.” I managed to say. Master Masanari only angled his head.

I huffed in indignation, turning away from him and forcing my attention back to what I had been doing, kneeling down to clean up my scattered materials. The leaves I had been separating into five groups were now a mess and I had to start over.

A pain, to be honest. The fresh leaves could be clustered separately from the dried ones with my eyes closed but then the greens nearly all looked alike, and I would have to examine them again under sunlight to get it right. A task for tomorrow, as it was very nearly dusk. Perhaps this should be a lesson for me; that I must bundle a group together one a time, instead of separating them at the same time and risk wasting my efforts. Or, better yet, maybe I should go to the market tomorrow to buy those little boxes I have seen alchemists use. No chance of me spilling any ingredients then.

“Now this will simply not do.”

I turned my head back to look at Master Masanari. “What –?”

But I was too late. Again.

Master Masanari, the better ninja of the two of us even on his worst days, was suddenly very close, hands planted on either side of me, and despite me being nearly as tall as him, despite our knees touching the same spot, in that fraction of space he seemed to tower above me, take the space of the room.

I gasped, and Master Masanari took the opportunity to lean in even closer, and closer, and closer, until all I could see was him, his hair a curtain to shield my view from anything else. All I could see was every line on his face, the wavering of his lashes, the specks of black in the silver of his eyes, and the way I was reflected on them, staring at him in mute shock at our closeness, and a zing of something like fear at what he could possibly do next.

But was it truly fear?

It should be, shouldn’t it? With the way Master Masanari was examining me with nearly equal fevered interest, eyes moving from my brows to my nose to my mouth, and then staring back at me. With the way each part of me that was in contact with him was acutely aware of the fact.

“It will simply not do.” Masanari repeated, voice low.

I could not find it in myself to speak, not when he was so close, not when every breath I exhaled was his to take. Not when I knew the slightest movements could trigger a reaction I would not be able to anticipate and –

“You continue to deprive me of what I crave even when I go to great lengths to acquire it.”

“I don’t understand. I just – !” I stopped mid-protest, feeling my lips brush against his as I spoke. Or did it really happen? Was I imagining it? Master Masanari suddenly seemed too far away to kiss. Had he moved? Had I moved?

Then, Masanari seemed to lean in even closer again.

It was more reflex than anything else. I raised my hands to his chest in surprise. The rest of the movements followed, years of training speaking only for the strength in my grip and the way I pushed Master Masanari down.

No. Not pushed. I knew I was capable of such only because Master Masanari did not protest himself, did not offer even the slightest bit of resistance. He moved the way I (or he) wanted to move and before I could even begin to comprehend the situation, I (or it had always been him) had ended it.

And in a complete turnaround, I was looking down on him.

Was it his machinations or luck that allowed me to see him like this now? Beneath me, hair sprawled as if to frame him, my hands on his shoulders superficially holding him down.

I frowned at him, at his complacency, at the utterly baffling circumstances I have found ourselves in. “Am I truly capable of doing such, Master Masanari? Deprive you of something you want? You?”

“And yet my little mouse keeps running from me. At least, until now.” Masanari raised his hands, touched my cheeks, traced my jaws, my neck, settled themselves loosely on my arms. “Now, she has decided to draw the line.”

I stared at him. The pieces clicking into place.

Master Masanari must have been able to read what was going through my head. He chuckled, a sound that only made me even more keenly aware of how melodious his voice could be this close, and keenly aware of his body moving underneath me.

Maybe I should have moved, turned away from him when he lay beneath me. Teasing me like this, entering my personal space, as welcome as it was, was another frequent banter between us, and he had always stopped shy of anything intimate.

But neither of us were moving away.

Masanari slowly raised a brow, before giving me a look I had never before seen from him. A look I was unable to truly comprehend for it was something that did not seem to fit him – gentle, warm, maybe even affectionate. A look I wanted him to have when he looked at me, and only at me. A look I wanted to gaze upon for days. A look I wanted to memorize, but before I could even try, before I could even string all these thoughts together he was kissing me.

Or maybe, I had kissed him first.

 And there was no other thought to be had.

“So ya don’t want money. ” The demon in front of him grumbled, reaching up to rub at his chin. “There’s gotta be somethin.”

“I would like for you to go home.” Jumin said flatly. The demon had followed him out of his office as was currently pacing the living room in front of where Jumin sat doing paper work.

“Me too!” Mammon said throwing his hands up. His eyes grew wide and he snapped his fingers. “You wanna do less work? I’ve got a brother that can help with that.”

“I’m fine. Keeps me busy.” Jumin mumbled, marking his paper. Someone had screwed up bad on this one.

“A girl? You gotta have a girl. Look at you.” Jumin stiffened slightly, and Mammon jumped on the opportunity. “There is a girl. You just don’t have her.” Mammon said, grinning as he swaggered over to Jumin’s still form. “I got ya. I have a brother for that too.”

“I don’t-” Jumin looked up to see Mammon already on a cell phone, who simply shrugged back at him. There was another burst of smoke.

“Really?” Jumin demanded. The smoke cleared, and there stood another man that Jumin assumed was also a demon.

“I was busy.” The demon hissed, pointed a manicured nail at Mammon.

“Asmo! Just the brother I needed.” Mammon said, moving to throw an arm over his shoulder, but thought better of it at the look he was given. Mammon pointed at Jumin. “My summoner over here doesn’t actually know what he wants, but I did drag out that there’s a girl~”

Orangey eyes tracked over him, before a sly grin filled his face.

“That is more interesting than whatever you could have come up with.” Asmo said, sauntering up to Jumin as well. Jumin stayed still as the demon reached up to straighten his already impeccable collar. “So, what can I do for you~?”

Jumin frowned, and gently took the demons hands away from him, causing the demon’s brow to furrow slightly.

“I’m afraid I don’t need assistance.” Jumin said softly. Asmo started to say something, but the noise of the door opening caused them to pause.

“Mr. Han, I’ve got Elizabeth.” Jaehee called as she walked through the door with a cat box. Jumin cursed to himself. How could he have forgotten that Jaehee was bringing Elizabeth the 3rd back today?

The demon that was in front of him was suddenly gone and there was a noise of surprise from Jaehee. Jumin turned to see Asmo holding her by the face.

“You are so cute.” Asmo said quickly. “We could do so much with you.”

“What??” There was a blush that was quickly filling her face. She looked desperately over to Jumin, trying to ignore the man that was threading through the ends of her hair. “Mr. Han what’s going on??”

HOLY FUCK WAIT WHAT

Kage headcanons! Excellent! Though since I keep things SFW here, I won’t be very descriptive about it.

Kagemaru headcanons:

Kagemaru acts like a dom, but actually… is a complete bottom and sub. But you need to defeat him and seriously beat his ass first. Also, S&M tendencies – Kage likes both ways though, depending on the mood. Struggle play where Kage gets overpowered? Totally yes.

…though the costs of repairing all the damage to the furniture and the building itself after such sessions, if the roleplay gets, ahem, supernaturally intense, would be horrendous…

Yuzuru is more than just a disguise – an expression of Kagemaru’s gender identity, which is probably either gender-fluid or bigender. Kage of course doesn’t know the modern concepts, but having to limit the gender expression to one would make Kage feel incomplete

the way Kage and Shizuki are behaving, it seems like the two went through a nasty break-up so let’s roll with that. Kage is Shizzy’s ex and no one can convince me otherwise!

not straight. There’s no way in hell this spider can be straight. I bet on pansexual. Or beat-me-in-a-life-and-death-battle-sexual, probably.

Kage’s hair is smooth and silky, but strong as well. Don’t expect the softness of the level of an newborn kitten’s fur, though Kage definitely works hard to keep it perfect.

a huge advantage of Kage’s hair though is that it doesn’t get messy. Even after a big fight it just… falls back into place and that’s it.

also not easy to style, and probably that’s why Kagemaru’s hairstyles aren’t very elaborate. Not like Kage ever needs fancy hairstyles to be stunningly beautiful, right? Right.

~Ikemen Vampire~

Bloody Comte

Seductive (?) Comte

Angelic Vincent

Crying Vincent

Theo with a baby

Cut of NSFW Theo // NSFW Theo

Vlad

Faust

Arthur 

Napoleon

~Ikemen Sengoku~

Mitsuhide - Kitsune in a mirror

Kitsuhide

older drawing of him being “seductive”¨

Blushy Mitsuhide

Kenshin Pouty bunny

SFW cut of NSFW Kenshin

Dadshin!

Half-naked in a storm

Morning coffee (traditional art)

My first drawing I was proud of xD - more abs (traditional art)

Shh (traditional art)

Kenshin and Sasuke chibi

Masamune - cooking for you (traditional art)

Mitsunari - as a kitty

Kennyo - sad in a bar

- in a suit

~Ghibli and anime~

Howl

Art comparison

Fandom: Obey Me! Character: Satan Warnings: implied character death Betareading @valfraeyja and @reneotomegirl Word count: 1084 Summary: Satan and MC adopted a dog, but hellhounds… might not be able to resist a delicious human soul. Ao3 link in the source.

“MC!”

Satan burst into his room, but MC wasn’t there. The room was completely empty, with no sign of any presence. His brothers’ words kept ringing in his head, haunting him with all the possibilities he had overlooked and ignored.

“You really left MC with a hellhound?!”

He did. Now it seemed so stupid, so thoughtless of him, but yes. He did.

Now the only hope was that he would arrive in time to prevent the tragedy, to save MC from his stupidity before the dog succumbed to the temptation of a human soul.