#( * & nobunaga musing. )

[nobuverse]

"Seriously - who the hell does Nobukatsu think he is when he talks about stuff like that? It's always 'oh if my sister were here, she'd already have turned this place into a prosperous farmland' by now or 'this is so basic, I'm sure sister could have done better...' ugh. 'Katsu, here's the thing -"

"I don't know anything about how to run a farm, you idiot! It's all just-! Waiting! For things to grow! I'm too impatient for that! So stop acting like I could do better! Just take the freaking compliments people give you! You're such a pain!"

[mythcaels]

post anri's annoying ass one more time

[kirisinme]

"W-What do you mean Okita isn't thinking about me?!"

[midnightactual]

[ Continuing with @nobuverse ]

"내가 제일 잘 나가," Yoruichi replied. It didn't really matter if Nobunaga understood contemporary (South) Korean or not—she wagered probably not despite her mostly modern Japanese speech (it was kind of cute that they both used washi)—as the delivery was so easy, breezy, beautiful, clever girl that the vibe assuredly transcended any linguistic barrier. She then leaned in slightly.

"Speaking of that, you know what a hamburger is, right? You like them? I think I could go for one right about now. What do you think?"

[yeonban]

(visibly  going  through  several  emotions  at  once)

[kyosmusedepository]

“Today, I woke up and chose violence!” You do that every other day Nobu. “Prepare Chaldea for the wrath of the Demon King!”

[caemthe]

holding a mic up to you for 10 & 21 🎤🎤🎤

munday meme

10. Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?

I would be friends with everyone except Conall, Ferdiad, and Nai. As fun as Conall is, I don't think I would be able to get along with a psychopath. Nai would kill me on sight and also he's unapproachable and very difficult to establish a normal conversation with so there's that. Finally, rip Ferdiad, he did nothing wrong but he's intimidating and awkward and I would absolutely hate to be the only person in a room with him. He would enhance my anxiety just by existing and I would enhance his anxiety so you would have two awkward people internally screaming, and it would be worst and chances are I might die of 'get me out of here' first.

21. Are there certain characters that you gravitate towards?

Unhinged bastards with a past™ that might look evil at first but are more morally ambiguous and complex than what you see at the surface level. I go into novella rants with the worst takes you've ever seen with these types of muses and the worst part is that they're not even my favorite characters like ???? I don't know, the hamster wheel in my brain starts running and I suddenly am putting these muses under the microscope and I have thoughts and all of the inspiration for writing these awful men like I'm so overworked little scribe. For example, when I was debating on which muse to add, my options were Nai, Douma, or bringing Toji back. But these muses aren't easy to write with others because 1) they're awful so chances are they're gonna end in antagonistic dynamics, which is tiring, and 2) I'm not a sadist so I get a bit upset when my muses are mean to others for too long.

[barcaavengers]

Relaxing || Neymar Jr. Imagine || Smut

Note: I am baaaack! The World Cup brought back my Neymar muse and apparently my writing muse. Let's see how long this lasts. This was supposed to end up with his injury but it ended up in smut so....I hope you enjoy it! I'm still rusty since this is the first Imagine I write since...maybe a year or so ago so I apologize in advance.

Tags: Mostly the people that liked my post about this...

@naishaaaaa @champagne-priincess @chrisjevanss @superghostcolorjudge @ilov3sluts @alien-han @hannahzmllr @sofia-123s-things @nobunagas-chatelaine @neffade (some people I was unable to tag for some reason?)

Warning: No plot. Just filthy, horrible smut.

"Get that off your mouth" you scold like a mother to her little kid for chewing on everything. 

"Hm?" But he doesn't look at you. 

"Stop" you tug on his necklace and he spits it out. "Doesn't it taste weird?"

"No…" he is looking at the TV and starts fidgeting with the blanket. 

"Hey," you call and he finally looks at you, "Talk to me."

"Just anxious…" he says with a shrug. He has been watching the replays of some of the games. The closer it got to his games in the World Cup, the more you felt him tense. 

He was still him. Happy, funny, charismatic, but you could see more ahead and notice his little ticks, like chewing on his necklace. 

You place your phone on the night stand and turn to him, reaching for his hand. "Relax, okay? You got this. Your team does." You kiss the inside of his hand and he smiles softly. "Don't throw the world over your shoulder, okay?"

"The fans are expecting so much, and look how things have gone so far…"

"Doesn't mean it would go the same for you guys" you point out. "Yeah, you don't have your bunch of old teammates but the ones you have are doing very well. That's what you told me. You are not the only player." 

"I know…" he runs his hand through his face and the other one tightens around yours. "I'm confident we can win, just not how they expect."

"If you can win, that's what matters" he smiles and tugs your hand so he is now side hovering on top of you making you giggle. "Just relax, baby. Stop watching those replays. They are tensing you" you squeeze his shoulder before running your hand through his hair. "No World Cup hairstyle planned at the last minute?" You tease, just to change the subject. 

"Nah. I think I am old for that."

"Ney, you are thirty" you glare at him. 

"Adult thirty."

"You are still a kid" you hit his shoulder playfully, and he acts hurt. "What? Did I hurt your muscle? Need some pain relief after that?" You joke. 

"Shut up" he playfully struggles to get on top of you, his hands reaching for yours as you try to push him off, but obviously you didn't want to. "Who is thirty now, hm?" He says while you keep squirming under him before he pins them above your head. 

"Youuuu" you drew out and his eyes squint as he laughs. 

God you loved to see him smile and relax. You'd do anything to keep it permanent. 

"Hey" he calls after you two stop playing around. "I need to go soon." He brushes his nose against yours. 

Oh yes. Somehow he managed to sneak out of the team's hotel to stay at yours. 

"I know" you sigh and your bodies relax against one another. He shifts his weight so he is now resting his head on your chest and your arms go around him. "Remind me again how you will sneak back in?"

"Secret" he mutters as he snuggles. 

"Mhm" you hum and run your fingers through his hair. "I love you, Ney" you mutter, "Whatever happens…I'll be here" you assure him. You knew his little insecurity of not being good enough for someone to stay with him through everything. You wanted to assure him that you'd always be there. And he secretly loved it when you blurted it out of the blue. 

"Thank you, princess" you feel him smile and he shifts his weight and kisses the exposed skin of your chest. You were wearing a simple sleepwear dress with spaghetti straps, so they would slip around every now and then so he took advantage of it. "I love you too" he looks up at you.  

"Wanna play some COD to distract yourself?"

"Nah, I'll wait for the glitches to go away on the next update" he shrugs and then he looks at you, hazel green eyes turning dark.

Oh no. 

"No" you say firmly. 

"What?!" He sounds offended. 

"I know that look Da Silva. Answer is no."

"What look?!" He pretends to hide it, but he is getting a cheeky grin. 

"You know!"

"I swear I'm not doing anything! Just loving on my girl!" He says, yet his lips press closer to the top of your breast. 

"No!"

"Okay, then, why not?"

"We can't…before the match."

"Myth" he says and shifts so he is now facing you from on top. "You don't have to do anything. Just-"

"You have to go or it will get late" you have to be strong or this one can convince you to do anything. 

"It would help me relax" he grins, you glare at him. "You know that actually helps me" he says in his defense. And then he does the eye thing….those beautiful hazel eyes just shining…

"Okay but that's it. Nothing else. I'm serious."

"I know" he grins, pushing himself on his forearms to reach your lips and kiss you.

The way his lips moved against yours so softly was something you'd never get tired of. His lips enclosing around your bottom lip, his tongue peaking teasingly as he smiled. He knew what he was doing. 

One of his hands moves to cup under your chin, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss and his tongue meets yours and, the habit he had, of pulling away a few inches and licking your lips. Weird, but for some reason you found it…hot. 

He moves to your neck, kissing down with a little nip in a few spaces making you squirm. His hand on your neck drops to your shoulders, his fingertips brushing your skin as he pulls the straps of your dress down your shoulder so his next move was comfortable. He pulls down the front of your dress and looks up at you, his eyes finding yours. 

He pulls the front lower until one of your breasts is exposed. His thumb brushes against your nipple, tugging at it to get its attention. You bite your lip and he smirks before leaning down. His tongue comes out to flick on it, once, then twice, then repeatedly. Your fingers move around his hair soothingly, eyes closing to enjoy the feeling of his wet tongue flickering over your nipple, his hand moving to grope gently on the other one making you hum in pleasure. You feel him stop and your eyes flutter open enough to see him licking his own lips, looking up at you and shifting his body to the side before taking your nipple between his lips again. 

Your head falls back at the sensation,  feeling his lips suck on your nipple as he gropes harder on your other breast making you moan. The view of him with messy hair, shirtless and sucking on your breast was just a sight for you. You swear you could cum right there and then. He pulls away from that one, giving it a flick with his tongue to move to the other one. He let's go of your breast and slides his hand to your thigh, slowly pulling up the end of your dress and sneaking his hand into your underwear. 

His finger is quick to find your wetness and he grunts against your breast. He covers his index finger in your wetness before moving it to your clit and you gasp when he touches it. "Ney…" you breathe out, tugging slightly on his hair. He continues to move it around, playing with your wetness that was now starting to move down your thigh. 

"Shhh" he whispers. "I got you" and with that his finger slips inside of you and your lips part. His finger moves around slowly, massaging your walls and pulling out to collect some more. "So wet for me, princess…" he hums and pulls his hand out of your panties and brings his finger to your lips which you part to taste yourself. "Shit…" he grunts as your tongue moves around his finger. "That's my girl…See how good you taste…" 

He pulls his finger out and slips it in your underwear again, this time using two fingers to collect your wetness, but not without teasing you. He presses against your bundle of nerves and starts rubbing on it rapidly, making your hips buck. "Oh….yes…" you gasp and arch your back. 

"Come on, baby. Let me have you…" he whines. "You are so wet…" he slips his finger out again and puts it in his mouth, moaning around his finger and you watch him as he savors you. "So good…" You can feel yourself getting wetter by just looking at him. 

You shift your position so you are facing him since he is on his side, reaching between your bodies to reach for his hard on that was already poking on your thigh. He pushes his shorts down, raising his hips and tugging on them. "We have to be quick…" you rush. As much as you wanted to enjoy him, he had to be at the hotel at a certain time and it was already close. You didn't want to get him in any trouble. 

He reaches around your waist and grabs onto your butt cheek, pulling you close to him. You reach for your dress, trying to take it off by almost sitting up but Neymar had other plans. He reached for your waist and pulled you on top of him. "Better? That way I don't use too much energy" he winks at you. 

"You are unbelievable" you smirk and lean down to kiss him. Your lips moving against his plump ones in a heated kiss. His hands reach for your butt, running his hands around it before pulling on the hem of the dress and bringing it slightly up so it was exposed. He bites onto your lip before giving you a slap on your rear making your eyes widen. "Really?"

"What? This?" He slaps your rear again and you hiss, your heat now rubbing against his hard on through your underwear. "You love it", another one and your teeth catch the corner of your lip. You don't say anything, just move your body to the right position so you can start moving your hips against his own. Your forehead rests against his as you raise your hips and bring them down, repeating the movement back and forth.

Neymar didn't seem to find what to do with his hands. They were roaming all over your body, touching every curve, gripping on your waist as you moved against him, helping you move exactly the way he wanted to so you wouldn't tease. "Princess…" the way his voice sounded so deep turned you on. He holds your waist with one hand to stop your moves, using his free to move your underwear to the side. You fix your posture to sit on him as he uses the hand on your waist to hold his cock up so you could sink down. 

You take him in slowly, inch by inch, savoring how good the friction was of him as he slid through your walls. Your eyes were closed, lips pressed together, one hand holding yourself up on his chest and the other one holding your hair back. A grunt leaves his lips once he is, and you both stay still for a moment. 

Neymar lets your dress drop and reaches for the hand on his chest, interlocking your fingers together and reaching for the other one, doing the same. Your hips start moving slowly forward, his hands steadying you as you do. His hazel green eyes looked at your body with lust as you moved on him. 

And damn did he look so good like this. His skinny arms extended out to you as he held your hands, his hips swiftly moving every now and then searching for that spot that he knew would make you reach your high faster. He just knew your body. 

And you knew his. You know how much he loves when you leave a trail of kisses starting from his neck down to the waistband of whatever he was wearing. His earlobe was a weak spot for him, even with his earrings, you'd bite and tug at it and he would let out a soft moan that would drive you crazy. 

You start bouncing on his lap. Every sit down echoing through the room, and it drove you to cloud nine when you closed your eyes and focused on it. He lets go of your hands and reaches for your hips, helping you move as you use your knees to push yourself up, throwing your head back as your boyfriend found the right spot. 

"Right there?" He asks and you can only nod your head, running a hand through your hair to push it back, the other one searching for the hem of your dress and once it does you pull it off, Neymar helping. Then in a matter of seconds, you are on your back, Neymar pushing deep into you and staying still as he moves to rest on his forearms. "Hey."

"Hi" you grin and he chuckles. He kisses your forehead, then the bridge of your nose before snapping his hips against you hard and you gasp. "Fuck…" 

"I know, baby" he mutters, his hand reaching for your hair and pulling at it harshly making your back arch as he starts setting the pace. Your legs were wide open to have him in between and the way he was positioned was making your joints burn a little, but it was a different kind of burn. The way he slid in and out of you due to your wetness was giving him all the green lights to thrust into you from any way he wanted. 

He sat up and pulled you closer by your legs so you were almost resting on his. He held onto them and started thrusting again making you moan louder in pleasure. Your body felt on fire as he did, no matter how hard he pulled at your hair when he thrusted. He knew you liked it anyway, and he never pulled hard enough that you couldn't handle.

One leg he moves to rest on his shoulder, he moves to hover over your other one before thrusting quickly into you, his eyes closing as he licked his lips. "Don't stop…" you pant as you start feeling yourself tighten around him and feeling that familiar throb. His hand reaches for one of your breasts, holding onto it as he continued his moves. Your back arches when he starts playing with your nipple, tugging and running his forefinger around it. 

Your own hands are holding on to the side of his thigh while the other one tugs at the bedsheet underneath you. "You close, baby?" Neymar asks between breaths and your head nods. He stops his moves and quickly changes positions, hand on your waist and he moves you so you are laying upside down, your knees moving under you before Neymar positions you. He could be bossy without saying anything, he would just handle you and place you however he wanted. 

Your boyfriend finds his rhythm again while you are trying your best to hold yourself up, and he was holding you by your hip, but his thrusts were too powerful, even making the bed squeak under you. They were turning erratic, his groans getting mixed with your moans as they got louder when he found your spot. He took advantage of it and repeatedly reached it, changing the angle for it. "Fuck!" You couldn't hold back the curses coming from you at this point. Your walls tighten around him, feeling his cock throbbing against them. He pushes you so you are laying down flat, you feel him lay on top of you as he keeps his movements. His tongue runs on your neck before biting at it and kissing it, then your earlobe where he whispers between pants how good you are taking him and that he was close with that tone filled with lust. 

A few more thrusts and your toes are curling when it is too much, knuckles turning white from holding tightly onto the sheets as you find your release with a cry of pleasure. One of his hands gives up and lands on top of yours, holding tightly on top of it as he gives you a final thrust and you feel his warmth inside of you, his moan going right into your ear. 

After a few seconds, he kisses under your ear and chuckles. "So much for not using too much energy, huh?" You tease as your face turns to the side. 

"You said we had to be quick, you were teasing" he kisses your cheek before raising himself from on top of you and sitting up, smacking your rear before rolling off. 

"I was not" you say defensively as you turn on your back and push your hair off your sweaty face. 

"Yeah yeah" he mocks as he holds his hands out for you. "Need help getting up?" He gives you a side smirk and you fill your eyes before taking his hands and he pulls you up, quickly bending down to pick you up. "I can't see you tomorrow" he says as he carries you to the bathroom. 

"Glad we got that clear" you nod your head. 

"Or maybe I could just-"

"No. No maybes" you say firmly.

"Fine" he puts you down in the shower before turning on the water, which came out as cold as the Arctic.

"Neymar!" You gasp and he just laughs before you take his hand and pull him to you. 

He is laughing and squirming, trying to get away from the cold water and reaching to change it but between your fits of laughter he couldn't. And that was enough for you to know that you have distracted him and that he was letting go of the tension, and you wish to keep it that way. 

[nobuverse]

"Those who oppose me, obviously, burn for eternity -"

"Just kidding! I'm totally fine!"

[mythcaels]

most annoying guy in konoha's anbu.

[kirisinme]

"Absolutely not while wearing that kind of outfit you aren't."

"That's funny coming from someone that lounged around nude with me."

"Nobu, you've ran through Chaldea completely bare before. You of all people have absolutely no right to talk."

[selenacosmic]

hi!! can i request kennyo, nobunaga, and shingen with an s/o who is a painter & asks to paint them? thank you :)

Hello! I found this very wholesome!! Thank you for the request.

Painter MC paints them.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga.

Nobunaga had previously shown interest in your art, always looking over your shoulder whenever you are painting to see what you are doing. He also has had his painting done before, but never by you.

You were already hoping to paint him, specially knowing that he liked your drawings, so you asked him to be your muse for a painting. Nobunaga gladly accepted it and posed for the painting, looking as majestic as always. He really does look like a ruler.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Shingen Takeda.

Shingen enjoyed looking through your paintings, he was always admiring you whenever you got focused on painting. That concentrated look in your eyes always captivated him. When you ask to paint him, shingen is over the moon to become your muse. Though he would argue that you would be a better muse for any work of art.

He will pose in anyway you want, giving you inspiration.

Lone forces.

Kennyo.

Kennyo wasn’t used to the idea of being painted, though he did enjoy the beautiful things you were able to do with your paintings. He thought that perhaps you would prefer to paint something else, but ends up agreeing when you insist on it.

He will be a bit awkward at first, but will pose more naturally eventually for you to paint him.

[yeonban]

Thinking about Shal's pics of the troupe and how they range from high quality photos of the arm-wrestling tournaments & certain troupe members staying still for the pics or at least close enough to it (Chrollo, Feitan, Kortopi, Paku, Machi, Shizuku, Bonolenov, Hisoka, Kalluto) to blurry pics taken unfortunately exactly when the subject decided to move or right as Shal started to run for his life from the spider in question when they noticed he was taking pics of them in secret (Phinks, Nobunaga, Franklin, Uvo)... I imagine most if not all of the pics are very lively & really show the soul of the troupe

[kyosmusedepository]

“You guys better give her gifts...”

“Or else.”

[nightghoul381]

Finally had time to write!! Here is my first entry in @aquagirl1978 's A Series of Firsts event! Thank you @judejazza for the idea of writing Ranmaru and @candied-boys for helping come up with the story idea!

Coincidences

Ranmaru Mori x Reader Prompt: First Kiss Genre: Fluff WC: 1.1k CW: None

“Oh, hi Ranmaru! I didn’t realize you were going to be here too! We just keep running into each other lately,” You laugh, noticing the way he flips around in surprise.

“Aah! I’m so glad to see you! I think today is going to be the very best day ever now!” Ranmaru squealed, bounding over to you, and grabbing your hands, flashing his brilliant luminescent smile at you, and making your heart start to pound.

You tried to control your emotions, to control your thoughts, but the giddiness you feel when you’re around him, the nervous excitement, always seems to crash over you whenever he turns his soft gray eyes on you. It may just be wishful thinking, but there’s so much tenderness and affection in his gaze that you almost wonder, almost allow yourself to hope, that perhaps he may feel the same way about you.

Don’t be ridiculous! You tell yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing a smile to your own face.

“Well, should we get started? Lord Nobunaga is expecting it to be finished today after all,” you say with a strained jovial tone. You slip your hands free of Ranmaru’s grasp and turn to start organizing the shelves packed full of parchment and ink.

You thought you heard a faint grumble, but tired to ignore it. It seems like more and more recently you’ve been assigned to tasks with Ranmaru. Last week Mitsunari had asked for you to run to a nearby café to assist with a delivery that needed to be sorted and Ranmaru had shown up mere moments after you stating that Hideyoshi had sent him to do the same task. And the same scenario repeated several more times. It seems as if some force in the universe was just begging for your heart to explode.

Each time you were together, you found it harder and harder to keep your feelings in check. Ranmaru was so sweet and excited and kind and he’s so eager to make you smile that you’ve found him showing up in your dreams, sweeping you off your feet and making you the happiest person on the planet.

“Oh no! Watch out!” Ranmaru yelled, snapping you out of your musing. You twist your shoulders toward the sound of his voice to see a large pot of ink tipping from the top of one of the shelves. In the moment it takes for you to register what is happening, the heavy container has started hurtling toward you and your eyes grow wide. Just as you brace for the inevitable impact, you feel your body pushed backward, followed by a thunk and a groan of pain.

Ranmaru lay splayed on the floor, his dusty pink hair and most of his outfit are now dripping with the deep charcoal color of the ink. Scrambling to your knees you crawl over to him.

“Oh jeez! Ranmaru are you okay?” You squeak, placing your hands on his cheeks and tilting his head.

“It really hurts,” he admits, lower lip protruding in a pout and his grey eyes glassy with unshed tears.

“Ah! I’m so sorry! This I all my fault, I should have been paying attention, not focusing on my thoughts,” You apologize, helping him to his feet, wincing at the amount of ink that still dripped down his back and at the way he held his shoulder tenderly. Ranmaru took a clean part of his sleeve and wiped the tears from his eyes and then murmured.

“What were you thinking about? It must have been something important for you to be so focused on it.”

You felt your face flush, cheeks tuning a bright red as you tried to think of something to tell him other than the truth. There’s no way you were telling him that he was the one holding your attention. Your eyes dart around the room as you stumble over your words.

“I...uh, it was… it was nothing really…just caught in my own head?” you mumble, trying to keep your attention anywhere but on the man before you. Unfortunately, your eyes fall on his beautiful face that’s scrunched in a surprisingly sultry, knowing grin.

“Were you thinking about how strange it’s been that we’ve been put on assignments together so much recently? Or were you maybe thinking about how you’ve almost started to look forward to our meetings as much as I have?”

Your breath catches in your throat as Ranmaru steps forward, his face pulling in so close you could swear you could smell the peach he’d likely enjoyed with his lunch.

“Can I tell you a biiig secret? Like the biggest secret I’ve ever had, ever?” he whispers, his words far more innocent than his intonation. You nod ever so slightly, your heart pounding out of your chest and your senses becoming overwhelmed with him. Your face feels so hot as you look into his beautiful eyes.

“I really, really like you.”

You inhale sharply, his face leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. Your mind seems to throw rationality out the window, your arms flying around his neck as you pull him toward you again. His lips are soft, shockingly smooth and velvety as they meet yours. It’s like some barrier is shattered, your mouths working greedily against each other’s.

His tongue prodded at your mouth, slipping between your lips with seemingly practiced ease, filling your mouth with a burst of peach flavor. He twined his tongue around yours, exploring your mouth with such reckless excitement, you couldn’t help but moan into it.

His hands moved, one on your waist and one on the back of your head, deepening the kiss and you happily went along with his movements. Soon you were lost in each other’s taste, not noticing the eyes peering in at you from behind the door.

“I told you, simply put the two of them together enough times and one of them was sure to make a move,” Mitsuhide chuckled softly, sliding away from the door and turning to face the other warlords.

“I… I hate to admit, but you were right, Mitsuhide.” Hideyoshi’s resigned sigh moving to join his sly counterpart.

“I will admit, Mitsunari, placing the ink pot so close to the edge of the shelf was a very good move as well,” Masamune admitted, clapping the other man on the back before heading off down the hall and back toward the courtyard.

Mitsunari, rubbed his neck and followed behind, “Oh, right… I most certainly meant for that to happen…”

The warlords finally departed, satisfied that their scheme had worked out precisely as they had intended and pleased knowing that they would no longer have to deal with the two of them tiptoeing around each other while being blatantly obvious about how they felt about the other.