#sengoku basara okimoto mori

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I'm not dead, my artwork just takes an eternity to finish but I am thinking of some ideas for Okimoto.

I'm still unsure what Okimoto's weapon shall be in my fanon .

But I am thinking of some concepts of him that I came up with while doing some roleplay.

As since in the Chosokabe chapter of my fanon, Okimoto was the leader of the Mōri clan during the time that he did clash with the 14 year old Yasaburō aka Motochika and let's just say that Yasaburō at the time enjoyed clashing with Okimoto as for some reason Okimoto put up an interesting fight.

But what sparks Okimoto's joy in Yasaburō was simply because he was able to inflict a wound on him as Okimoto had never been wounded before in his life.

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Remember not to self-medicate your anxiety disorder with alcohol.

My Mori Okimoto, not handling stress very well. This was a lighting practice I wanted to do.

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Hey y’all, have some Sengoku BASARA OC art I forgot to post!

1) Kou, the eldest daughter of Maeda Toshiie and Matsu. She is four. She likes mushrooms. She’s wholesome.

2) Megohime redesign.

3) More Megohime.

4) Learned the Border Effect trick on Clip Studio and tried drawing Ayane with more detailed hair.

5) Mori Okimoto, the late older brother of Mori Motonari. My version is a somewhat eccentric but even-keeled man with the element of wind; with this element he manipulated papers and pages to be his weapon. But the pressure to maintain perfection caused him never-ending stress, and this drove him to drink, until his body just couldn’t take the damage anymore...

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Sengoku Basara-Persona 4 Crossover Drabble.

The Shadow of Mori Motonari

“Oh glorious sun, bless my army!  For it is time Japan basket in my glory as the Child of the Sun!”

Motonari struggled to keep his focused as a distorted, rough, and grumbled up voice ranted on, so irritating it was as if his ears were being stabbed by rusty knives.  He was frozen in place, unable to look away from an…an imposter.  Yes, that’s who he was.  An imposter…one that was greatly grading on his nerves.

Did this fool truly believe he could warp his mind by kidnapping him to this fog filled replica of his palace?!  And to stand on top of the Trail Gate of Itsukushima…dancing so idiotically in a ridiculous priest outfit.  Greens and blues that imitated his armor…even having an exact replica of his helmet…

Pathetic.

How pathetic.

“Hm?  What’s this?!”  The imposter gave a blank look, his inhuman yellow eyes widening with fearful disgust. “A-are you spacing out on me?!”

He jumped down from the gate, running up to Motonari and quickly getting into his personal space.

“How dare you place your attention on something else?!” he screamed at the top of his lungs.  “Is this not enough for you?  What do I need to do to have your full attention?!”

“Get away from me!”

Having enough with this obnoxious sight, Motonari slapped him across the face.  The imposter cried out in pain while Motonari jumped high into the air.  He took out his ringblade, slicing apart the imposter multiple times across the chest. He cried out in pain, falling down to the ground as Motonari stood over him, glaring at him with cold, indifferent eyes.

“Explain yourself. Now,” he ordered.  “What stupidity has possessed you to even think of presenting yourself as me.”

To have his exact face, body type and features…it couldn’t be a coincidence.  Which of his enemies thought this would be a successful plan?  He waited, patiently, for the imposter to catch his breath.

“…I-is it not obvious?” Though Motonari held his weapon to him, he struggled to his feet.  He lifted up his head to meet Motonari’s gaze, a mad gleam forming their unnatural glow. “I am the true Mori Motonari!”

“…What?”

Motonari felt himself freeze in place.  More than anything he wanted to cut this imposter down, cut off his shrill tongue and end this nonsense.  But…he couldn’t move, couldn’t keep his eyes off his gaze.  It was as if he was staring into a mirror, something about this man that captured his attention.  The imposter’s lips turned into a twisted smile, a soft laugh escaping him.

“That’s right.  I am your shadow, your true self.  The self you do not want anyone else to see.  The repressed self…the self that cries out for love and validation that you refuse to let the world see.”  He took several steps back, opening up his arms as he if he was on stage, gesturing all the attention to be on him.  “Whether it is as Shōjumaru, Motonari, or Sunday, I desire all of the love, hate, admiration, disgust…every amount of recognition!  So long as everyone knows my name, so long as my face is recognized and my presence is known, I do not care how I am seen!”

He takes out his own ring blade, circling it around him as if it were to represent the rising and setting sun.

“It is all I ever wanted, all we have ever wanted.  We were never destined to be second born, to only be a replacement for Okimoto!  Oh that fool…so indifferent to us, like we didn’t even exist!  How dare he!  How dare he, father, and everyone else just cast us to the side like we were mere peasants!”  He laughed. “Ah…but that does not matter anymore.  No one else matters!  After all, I have finally perfected it!  I have perfected how to gain everyone’s attention once and for all!”

Motonari cringed as his shadow continued to rant and carry on, making a fool of himself by raising his voice, swaying back and forth, side to side, twirling around.  He grip tightened on his ringblade, the shadow’s laugh becoming more and more unbearable to hear.

“…Stop it…  Stop it with this foolishness!”

He lashed out again at full speed.  However, the shadow was able to see it coming, dodging it with a graceful step to the side.

“Why?  I only speak the truth…”

He was able to parry his own ringblade against Motonari’s.  Motonari cursed under his breath, using all of his strength to keep the other back.  He felt the blades slide across each other, slipping from the other’s grasp.  He had to take a moment to catch his balance, though in that time the shadow was able to trap him around his ringblade.  Motonari attempted to fight back, but was caught short as his shadow pressed himself as close as he could, the only thing standing between them being the ringblade itself.  The shadow smiled, having his free hand come to cup the side of Motonari’s face, his fingers gently stroking him in an affectionate way.  His eyes grew wide, his heart coming to a complete halt.

“…What’s wrong?”  The shadow’s voice becomes softer, barely a whisper as he inched his face closer to Motonari’s.  “If this was all a lie, why did you stop fighting?” He chuckled.  “Because you know it’s true. That I am your deepest fears finally coming to light…”

“…No…”

The shadow leans in like he was about to give him a kiss on the lips, though at the moment, Motonari was able to reach for his hidden tanto.  He sliced his shadow across the face, making him drop his ringblade and allow him time to escape.

“You know nothing about me!” he cried out, his voice cracking as he reclaimed his ringblade.  “You aren’t, and never will, be me!”

As soon as those words were utter, the air grew thick.  All light was faded away, being replaced with the dark, blue aura that surrounded his shadow.  An inhumane smile made its way across his face, an ear piercing, distorted laugh echoing.

“You still deny me?!”

His form turned into a shadowy gas, morphing into an unfathomable creature that was nothing of this world.  Motonari’s eyes grew wide as his shadow’s laugh rang louder and louder.

“I am a shadow…  The true self…”  From it’s body, a bright beam of sunlight vanquished the remaining darkness.  “And no longer will I be denied!”

[atemourisan]

Sengoku Basara OC Mōri Okimoto

Motonari's older brother Okimoto.

I was ofc inspired by how Motonari is wearing a cheongsam in Sengoku Basara.

And ofc in my fanon Okimoto is quite charming and handsome looking but he's also a bit of a goody two shoes.

Motonari and Okimoto do share a deep bond with each other that two brothers would share, he wants to be like him but doesn't know how.

And in my fanon, Okimoto doesn't die he just goes missing and when Motonari is given news of Okimoto's disappearance, he just devasted beyond belief, and even went on hunger strike until his retainers found a trace of him but so far none. And ofc Miya aka Myokyu would grow very worried for her husband starving himself that she begged him to eat atleast something, but he still ate nothing. And it took for Miya to go on hunger strike and join her husband as she doesn't want Motonari to suffer all by himself but ofc this prompts Motonari to consume some food and he begs Miya not to do the same and apologizes to her for scaring her as it was wrong of him.

Okimoto on the other hand before his disappearance would keep watch over little Shōjumaru after their mother Lady Fukubara was killed by Lady Sugi-No-Okata.

Though Motonari and Okimoto would one day reunite, Motonari is full of emotions since he finally could breathe a bit better that he has his brother back, Okimoto would also be very protective of him, even wanting to protect him from Motochika, Harukata Sue, Yoshitaka Ouchi, Haruhisa Amago, Sōrin Otomo and ofc Xavi and ofc those who betrayed him.

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MORI OKIMOTO

Wanted to do a nicer piece of one of my Sengoku Basara OCs. Here’s Okimoto using his wind element to manipulate paper (but he can do this with any item movable by wind, with enough focus)

The older brother of Mori Motonari, and previous head of the clan, Okimoto was known as scholarly and optimistic, never seen without a notebook or jotting information down. A secret between the two brothers, however, was Okimoto’s deeply-rooted anxieties, which led him to drink away his worries frequently. Despite this, Motonari (then Shojumaru) still respected and learned from his older brother.

Until one day, Okimoto didn’t wake up.

Okimoto’s fighting style is heavily based off the paper masters from Read or Die: The TV (Minute 1:30 of this video is a good summary).

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Love making fake manga pages.

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Mouri Okimoto was generally a pretty nice guy….but the thing about war is depending on whose side you are on, you see people as the good guys or the bad guys.

And here, he’s clearly the bad guy to someone.

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Hey y’all, have some Basara OC art I forgot to post.

1) Kou, the eldest daughter of Maeda Toshiie and Matsu. She’s four. She likes mushrooms.

2) Megohime redesign. Hate the eyes in the pic.

3) Megohime again. Something is still missing in her design....

4) Gakuen designs for Nana, Ayane and Kotoko.

5) Mori Okimoto, the late older brother of Mori Motonari. He was an eccentric but even-keeled, scholarly man who used the element of wind to turn books and papers into weapons. But the pressure to maintain perfection clearly got to him, as he seemed to drink himself to death...

6) Learned the border effect trick in CSP, tried it on Ayane.

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Okimoto stuff made from bases found on my Pinterest board.

Couldn’t find official source for the first base, but if someone else finds it and links me I’ll update the post.

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