#hiragumokettle

[guhamun]

@hiragumokettle said (inbox):

' have you no proper hospitality, brat? ' even in this ruthless day and age there were still things like manners and expectations, after all. he doesn't imagine the dragon before him to be the sort of coward to poison tea and fish, rather than simply revoke and adamantly refuse, and yet, still he stares shrewdly at the other, raking the sharp talons of his stare over masamune. ' tea and a meal... is custom for guests, no? why, i would have treated you to nothing less were this my own estate. ' give or take a few myriad explosions, possibly.

     ❝HOSPITALITY IN OSHU IS a little different from where you’re from, Gramps. Maybe you could just waltz up to someone like this back there, but that isn't gonna fly here.❞ Arms crossed over his chest, his single eye observed the other with what could constitute as a languid stare. It was an illusion, of course, for one could not be languid with Matsunaga. Why was he even here, anyway? Eh, probably didn’t matter. He was bored more than likely, and as a result, was seeking something to make him feel a little less like he was merely existing. ❝Besides…it’s customary to address a lord properly…isn’t it?❞ He spoke the last half of his question slowly, the threat in there beneath the lowered purr of his words. How could they go on about respect when they weren’t showing it? ❝You should also be handing that blade of yours over to one of my retainers. Tch, Nobunaga must have really been living in the backwoods.❞

[ardenssolis]

@hiragumokettle said (inbox):

' i see, good sir. my fires and destruction are but a poor imitation of what natural deities such as yourself can achieve. you will have to excuse me, as i presently have nothing but humility as a gift... ' though he knows how far such things could go with this sort, as well. ' if i may raise my head, to watch you raze and burn more? '

     A MOST PECULIAR REQUEST to ask of him. He found himself pausing, head tilting as he examined the other with a scrutinizing eye. ❝My destruction is done to make a point.❞ To show his power and authority, to make others aware of whom it was that stood above them when all was said and done. Ozymandias was one who stood upon a mountaintop, his light as intense as the burning of the sun as it shown at its brightest at day’s zenith with none being equal enough to stand beside him. This man, though…for why should he allow him to bear witness to his glory when they were not awed by him in particular? Their interest seemed only upon the way his fires burned enemies to a crisp as if they had never existed at all, yet nothing else. Even their reverence seemed lacking, and that alone made his eyes narrow just a fraction. For any who listened to Matsunaga, his tone as smooth as silk spun by a spider – it was easy to become ensnared by it, and perhaps, even believe what was uttered. Ozymandias would not fault those who had or those who would.

     Humility the other said… heh, ridiculous. Was it possible for this man to feel such a thing when their very features were akin to a mummer's farce? Their falsehoods could not escape his sharp-eyed gaze, yet that was fine. They were free to do as they wished…as long as they remembered their place and did not interfere with him and his actions. ❝You speak of your own fires…which has me curious as to what it is you burn and the reasons for you doing it. Mmm…but I will allow you to gaze upon this scenery. Look upon it and commit my greatness to memory.❞

[nulltune]

i think i should make a fate v so that hakuno can summon an evil grandpa for herself. for fun

I THINK YOU SHOULD I THINK YOU SHOULD I THINK YOU SHOULD !!!!!! throw him to fate extra with hakuno pls 🙏 want 2 see how he copes with the most green master out there who is so torn abt having to kill ppl ✨️ i wanna see what the grail war brings out of empty-evil and empty-good and also i'm still going hella bonkers over ur post talking abt them (it's sittin in da drafts of my sideblog i nred to gather up my brain cells and be more coherent before i go insane abt it agjfshfj) BUT YEHA i think that'd be so neat 2 exploreee !!!! LET HAKUNO INTERACT WITH THE EVIL GRANDPA!!! they parallel each other in the way but are also so Different and that's fr one of my fav things ever. i wannna see how theyll grow and influence their characters.!!!!!! but alsoooo i also saw ur post abt modern sassy grampa and i hold up to him modern verse hakuno who has sm issues which is kind of a given considering it's Hakuno Kishinami yknow they can be in a frikkin war on the moon at one verse, and have slife of life shenanigans in da other WGDJEHKDFHSLDJ

[fakepriest]

hey there young man you seem like an amiable fellow with a splendid sense of humor

Why, I am indeed, thank you for noticing.

I can easily tell that it is the same in regards to you.

[extravachance-moved-blog]

@hiragumokettle

POINT OF NO RETURN : DRABBLE

Thief AU

With him or without him, the outcome would have been the same. A short-lived battle in where those whom he still holds close to this heart, lost their lives.

Before his eyes, the scene unfolding is a field with corpses, all of them spread around as proof of who has risen victorious. Faces he can recognise and name. Comrades, people he used to speak and play with, are on sight; skin pale yet with visible purple stains, having their organs lingering out their bodies, or cut and mangled in such ways it's hard to tell they were once a person. Even Mr Gyobu, a man whom he had also thought to be too wise to be defeated, lies there in the same state. His hand offers a tender touch in mourning, closing his superior's eyelids as he tries to contain his own tears.

Let him sleep... Let them sleep... He is sorry, as pointless as it might be.

However, the person he is aiming for is nowhere to be seen. It sickens him, an idea as this one to be considered a valid, merciful solution, is abhorrent. Scary as it is, he knows commit the act would, with certainty, crush the last vestiges of hope his spirit has. It would condemn his very existence and he is willing to allow it.

In the end, the man he adores the most is bound to suffer, whereas during his life or after his death. It is unacceptable. Somebody pure, somebody honest--- A figure that regardless of how much blood has on his hands seems holy as the angel many claim him to be, doesn't deserve this fate. It is unforgivable. Come so far it's not the thief's wish but there is no alternative option, he won't be able to protect him otherwise. It is out of love and gratitude... And he loves him more than anything and anyone in the world.

A glimpse. It's him, it's truly him! Fatigue and stress must be taking a toll on Lord Mitsunari's physical health, as his steps look slower and uncoordinated. Is he crying? Is he laughing? It hurts to see him so broken, so miserable and the thief's heart could shatter in half for witnessing such scene, nonetheless, the wait wouldn't be for long. After observing for enough time, he has noticed cracks in the armour. Several vulnerable spots for a sneak assault or a frontal attack and he shall exploit them.

A tool has no right for shame, or to pursue honour.

Quick on his approach, he rushes forward and stabs through the man's torso, repeating the action, again and again, along a warm smile with traces of melancholy tugging on his lips. “ Don't worry. I'm here to guide you somewhere better. You won't be hated there and nobody will hurt you like Ieyasu did. It'll be okay, you'll be okay... ” A faint rosy hue paints his cheeks. He'll finally save him. May then this misfortune and grief be over. “ I'm sure Lord Hideyoshi and Lord Hanbei will receive you with open arms. At last, I'll save you from the ridicule the crowd would bestow upon you and your ideals. ” His dearest person won't become a victim of the folk's foul rumours and filthy gazes. Not if he can impede it.

He cradles the body of his fallen lord, fingers brushing white locks as he spaces out. Why --- ? Why is happiness so hard to achieve? Or is it another lie people tell themselves? Of course, those are irrelevant thoughts. There is no point to dwell on them. He has a duty to carry on and personal feelings play no part on it. No more, no more. ...It's time to bring, as his master says, the symbol of a closing era. 

The blade's edge ready to finish this ask for once and for all.

No apology can make up for this crime.

[guhamun]

@hiragumokettle said (inbox):

excellent; what a cruel, careless stare. he thinks the cut jewel of the other's eye was far more precious this way, leering at him with sheer fury and divine brutality, enough that matsunaga's usual, utterly unflappable smile might have been able to inflame into a sneer in the instant. still, the satisfaction is far too slight. and there was still so much never-ending work to do. he greets masamune warmly, with a bang: a scatter of ash and a swift-following explosion, the date's men scattering like ants ablaze. then, his smoldering a promise of desire and acquisition for the other: ' from you, sir, i will take the future. '

     THERE WERE A FEW warriors that Masamune had encountered that he was outright disgusted by, and Matsunaga was certainly one of them. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make his teeth grit and eye narrow coldly with sheer dislike. For even if they had merely approached with desire to speak, not once would the young dragon’s guard have dropped full well knowing what kind of man this was. Besides…he would never forgive them for what they had done to Koujuro. Just for that alone, they were a marked man. Blades unsheathed, he had ever intention on cutting the other down and being done with it, but he should have known that Matsunaga always, always had something up his sleeve. There was a sizzling noise that caught his attention first, such causing him to temporarily pause in any reckless charge he might have done. That sound… Realization dawned upon him then, although before he could shout orders to his men to retreat, his words were instantly smothered by the sound of that giant explosion. Tch! Dammit! He was too hot-headed! ❝MATSUNAGAAAA!❞ he bellowed, even as debris came to cloud his vision and hide the other from his sight. This coward! Fleeing already, huh?! As much as he desired to give chase, he knew better than to do so.

     GOTTA COOL DOWN.

     He couldn’t be reckless or he and his men would rush into another trap lying in wait. When everything cleared, the only thing left was the scent of smoke and fire, Matsunaga gone as if he had been just a bad dream and nothing more. ❝Tch…❞ His blade slid back into its sheathe, his gaze trained into the distance for a moment before he turned away and called out to his men to gather. He doubted any were harmed as that aggravatingly placed explosion was done in a way to merely serve as the other’s means of a ‘greeting’ and nothing more. His own sadistic ‘good to see you again’ amidst the fire and ash. As soon as everyone was gathered, some covered in ash and others in dust, he clicked his tongue. ❝That old man is a pain. Since all of you seem to be fine, we’ll head back…❞ For now. It wasn’t wise to let Matsunaga be left to his devices. Surely Koujuro would have agreed with that had he been present.

[guhamun]

@hiragumokettle said (inbox):

leaves the young dragon of oshu an extremely suspicious - sorry, ordinary, jar. the attached scroll sprawling downwards from its shut top implores that it's a harmless gift of fine, delectable wine ... but one wouldn't know for sure unless it was touched or opened, hm?

     MASAMUNE SAT CROSSED ARMED, EYE narrowed as he stared at the suspicious jar placed a few…few feet away from the estate. His men hadn’t opened it, thankfully, and had wisely placed it a good distance away out of precaution. Considering who this was from, anything could happen. Maybe that jar had poison in it. Maybe it had explosives. Maybe some venomous spiders would crawl all over your hand the moment you opened it (probably not – that wasn’t Matsunaga’s M.O. but even so---!). Who was to say?

     ❝Lord Masamune…❞ Koujuro looked at him, frown lines making him look far older than what he actually was as he spoke. The older man didn’t even need to say anything. It was obvious to Masamune what would slip from his lips just from body language and expression alone.

     ❝At least he left a neatly written letter. How nice of him!❞ But Masamune wasn’t going to take any chances! What kind of fool just up and took offerings from someone who already had a reputation for betrayal and causing chaos for the sheer sake of causing chaos? He glanced at one of his retainers. ❝Yoshinao, you know what to do.❞

     ❝Right! On it!❞ The man with the pompadour had exclaimed with enthusiasm, standing straight and turning away from the young Lord as he very, very slowly made his way over to the expensive jar that sat a little ways away. It was clear even without Masamune needing to see the man’s face that he was sweating, each step he did akin to someone approaching a skittish horse. Such was understandable considering Matsunaga’s…tendencies. He was governed by whims no different from the wind. Sometimes he could actually, actually not be up to anything….and then other times, well… It was hard to say which was which when the moment the man opened his mouth he sounded shady to any sane person.

     With an extremely long stick in hand often used for fieldwork, the retainer bent down, taking a deep breath and slowly made to push it over. The wine would be wasted, but Masamune wasn’t going to drink that! If it fell over and exploded shards all over the place, then he’d know it wasn’t safe to open to begin with. If it had poisonous gas escape it, they’d quickly deal with that before it became an issue. AND if there actually was just plain ol’ sake in there, then…whatever, who cared? Either way, gift not accepted.

[heartwhcle]

“Won’t the children be surprised?” - matsunaggy

surprise —- or something —- is sure toecho throughout the halls at any moment.

❛ uh…sir… ❜

hundreds of plastic black spiders hang bystrings from the ceiling, all adorned in tinysanta hats. 

❛ i’m glad you’ve found a use for some of them, i am, but… well… ❜

how to put this gently? how to be kind andconsiderate while informing him this is abad idea? give her a second, a moment,she’ll get there. —- wait… oh no. surelynot! it can’t be!

❛ —- a few days ago, a classmate told methat someone ordered a gigantic customspider wearing a santa hat from the craftstore downtown. that… wasn’t you, right?sir? ❜

what’s with that smile? why is he walkingaway?

❛ s-sir! it’s —- it’s not going on the roof, isit?! ❜

it is, she knows it, and his continued silenceis all the confirmation she needs.

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