hiragum0

[hiragum0]

hirearanseian​:

He meant that, Miki realized. He really did.

Yumi elbowed Kana in the ribs before she could groan out loud. Not that Yumi thought any better of Hisahide, she was just better at hiding it. “The decorations are pretty,” Yumi told him.

“I guess they’re good enough for Miki-nee,” Kana allowed.

“And what do you say to Hisahide-dono?” Miki asked a tad too sweetly.

“We’ll be in your care!” Both girls chirped.

“If you could take them to where the ceremony is being held, please,” Miki told the owners. They gave her one final bow, and walked out of her life. Certainly, she’d see them at the ceremony, and likely out and about the town, but they were now merely the owners of one of the pleasure houses. Not the owner of the Dancing Butterfly and her pleasure house.

She turned to Hisahide. “The decorations are perfect, my lord. I can’t imagine finding anything at fault for the ceremony.”

    “Right, of course.” Hisahide nodded, but seemed to be distracted. When was the last time he’d felt this way? His late wife had been all but dragged to the altar kicking and cursing him. Perhaps ‘love’ was the wrong word for what he felt for Miki, but wasn’t it close enough? She was the closest thing he had to a true friend, and she’d chosen to stay by him.

    His voice hitched in his throat, and he leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper.

    “I don’t know how to put this, but...are you sure you want to do this? Is this really what you want?”

#hirearanseian

[hiragum0]

ryuojun​:

Nobuhiro peered forward as Isao pulled out the infant, and back again when he saw her. It was in the eyes, the furrow to the brow, the angry pucker of lips before she loosed another howl. There was no mistaking it. Hisahide had gone and had another kid.

Then promptly set his capital on fire and died. “Poor kid.”

He folded his arms, not quite willing to take this one on as well. The Hisahide who sired her was a far different man than the one who fathered Hisamichi. Not to mention that her mother might not— Actually.

“Who’s her mother?”

    Isao rocked Hiina back and forth, her shrieks subsiding with every sway of his arms. He said nothing, answering Nobuhiro’s question with a long, slow exhale; he was getting too old for this, had been too old for it for a while.

    “Lady Ruolan.” The furrow in his brow deepened. “I think it’s likely that this was more his idea than hers. She’s...out of her depth, I’m afraid.”

    Irresponsible was a better word, but Isao supposed the same could be said of everyone involved, himself included.

#ryuojun

[hiragum0]

hirearanseian​:

Here, at least, was something familiar. The hiding away of the prize until the auctions were complete and the spoils totted out for the winner. Soon enough she may get to sit at the block instead of on it.

The owners stepped back at Hisahide’s approach, offering a bow to the Warlord (and nudging the girls to give him one, too.) Fondness touched Miki’s expression as she turned her hands to hold his own. “Breathe,” she told him firmly through lips that barely moved. No matter how small the audience, she would preform their dance to perfection.

Louder, so the others might hear, she told him, “It was hardly a wait at all, love. Truly, any time at all is worth the wait. I am sure your standards would set the most immaculate planner on edge.” She laughed lightly, though she knew it first-hand to be true. “This day will be remembered for the celebration, not the decor.” Knowing him, he’d rather it be both.

    Hisahide bowed his head obediently, breathing deep. The greatest performance of his life, and he’d nearly let himself lose control - he wouldn’t make that mistake again.

    “As if anything about today would be unmemorable! I won’t have anything less than perfection for you.” Letting go of Miki’s hands, he turned his attention to Yumi and Kana, smiling.

    “And how are the two of you feeling? I’m glad that you were both able to make it to the ceremony.”

#hirearanseian #v. yomigaere

[hiragum0]

The living space certainly didn't look like it belonged to a warlord; Ruolan's current home was hastily-assembled, a few small rooms cluttered with her belongings. Pushing aside one of the dividing screens, Isao entered what looked like a makeshift nursery. The tiny bed in the corner sat shrouded by a canopy, and stooping beneath it, he reached for its wailing occupant.

"About nine months old now. Big for her age, though - considering the circumstances, we're lucky she arrived so healthy."

He straightened back up with Hiina cradled in his arms. A squashed, beet-red face peered unhappily up at Nobuhiro from the swaddle of blankets, a thick curl of dark hair at the center of her forehead. Not what anyone would call a pretty baby, but she looked well enough to howl until someone paid attention to her.

ryuojun‌:

Nobuhiro nodded along with Isao’s words. Chrysalia, frankly, needed more help than it was getting. “I offered to come down as a liaison. Since I hadn’t been part of the force here during the burning.” And because of Hisahide. “Figured a face not associated with everything burning down would be best.”

He frowned slightly as he thought over the few people he’d been introduced to. None were young enough to have -chama as their honorific. “Er, who’s Hiina-chama?”

    “I suppose that’s true.” Isao didn’t care for the cavalier tone, frowning as he put his glasses back on; even if Nobuhiro hid his own hurt far better than he did, it was difficult to hear him discuss the burning as if he were completely removed from it. We both could have done something to stop this.

    His train of thought was interrupted by a soft cry from the next room. Heading in its direction, he motioned for Nobuhiro to follow.

    “Hisahide never told you? I suppose now’s as good a time as any for you to meet his daughter.”

#she's ABAB (Assigned Bastard at Birth) #ryuojun

[hiragum0]

hirearanseian​:

“We could still stop it.”

“How?”

“I dunno…. Maybe if—”

“—If you two are quite finished?” Miki sighed. Kana and Yumi quickly covered their mouths. They had been allowed to attend the wedding on a vow of their absolute best behavior. Otherwise, they would have to wait and be brought with Miki’s possessions.

One of the owners turned and said something to the girls as the procession continued. It buzzed meaninglessly in Miki’s ears. Instead of an umbrella overhead, a veil of silk hung from the stick held by the second owner of the pleasure house. Just shy of translucent, it shielded her from the sun and gazes of those few people on the streets. A slit in the fabric offered the barest view of the road to the Warlord’s residence, where most of the city had gathered.

An open invitation to even the poorest of the city’s districts. How utterly shameful of Hisahide, to force the nobility to rub elbows with the destitute. The hint of a smile eased Miki’s features. She wondered how many of the nobility who’d lain with her had told their wives of their prior acquaintance?

What a fun game that would be. To hold eye contact too long, smile too knowingly, and wait for the pieces of doubt to fall into place. She and Hisahide could make a bet of it.

“Nearly there, Miki,” the owner holding the veil told her.

Her eyes lifted, and widened. The Dancing Butterfly had entertained when the Warlord was receiving foreign dignitaries, hosting Chrysalia’s most important figureheads. Never had she seen the palace look like this. Decked top to bottom in welcome. For her.

“The bugs are loud,” Yumi complained when the noise reached them.

The other owner hid a laugh behind a hand. “Bugs? Those are the wedding guests!”

Bugs. Bugs to be caught in her web and devoured. Not just the nobility, but the common and poorest of the poor. From every walk of life. A tapestry of the entire kingdom.

She couldn’t have asked for a better wedding gift.

    As Miki drew closer to the palace, a procession of faces turned to greet her - nobles and peasants, all straining to catch a glimpse of her. The owner holding her veil drew it closer to her, scowling at the passerby, and even the guards at the gates bowed their heads respectfully as the doors parted for her.     Inside the palace, a room was left gated off from the public for the bride’s privacy. Miki scarcely had time to sweep the leaves from her skirts when the door swung open and, breathless and hair askew, Hisahide stepped in. Though still red-faced from berating the decorators, he lit up when he saw her.     “My dear!” The silk veil was withdrawn, and stepping closer, he took both of her hands in his. “I’m so sorry for the delay. I didn’t keep you waiting too long, did I? I’ve been dealing with arrangements, and you’d think you’d be able to find one competent person in the kingdom to handle it-”    

#v. yomigaere #hirearanseian

[hiragum0]

odatodeath​:

   “Maybe if you were busy having sex you wouldn’t have to lie about not being able to hear me.”

    “Maybe if you were busy having sex, you wouldn’t be so preoccupied with someone else’s sex life! Who’s really the pathetic one here, hm?”

#odatodeath #BE QUIET TIFFANY!! #nsfw

[hiragum0]

    “I’m not listening to you, I can’t hear anything you say.” He’s only crying a little.

    “You are such a pathetic little man.”

#hisa like 'spare coochie? spare coochie please??' #odatodeath

[hiragum0]

✍ Hisahide?

MS PAINTBUNAGA

goose noises

#he's so gross i love him #thank you millie this is beautiful #;saved

[hiragum0]

this year I’m going to be sexier eviler and more bi

#;relatable

[hiragum0]

odatodeath​:

He was infuriatingly untroubled when Hisahide stole back his hand, perhaps thanks to the glimpse of vulnerability in the older man’s usually-rebellious disposition. Nobunaga would latch onto that and attack relentlessly until his defences were blown wide open… he didn’t even realise he was thinking this way.

Straightening his back and folding his hands over his propped-up knee, he tilted his head in interest, as if he were a bird. What he said next was no help in getting Hisahide the answers he sought; he was being as difficult as ever.

   “I find you so charming when you’re flustered.” Don’t you wonder why Nobunaga continues to forgive you, you terrible little man?

    Hisahide reddened to the roots of his hair at this, the shaky grasp on his anger falling aside. The nerve, to patronize him like he was some sort of blustering fool - didn’t Nobunaga know what he was dealing with? He was a villain, the very worst of this era, and this buffoon had the gall to speak to him like a wild monkey he’d caught in a trap!

    “Don’t say that! I...” He bristled, shaking his head. “Just get to the point already. Do you actually want something, or are you just trying to humiliate me?”

#odatodeath

[hiragum0]

    “W-what are you- no! Don’t you dare-!”

    In spite of his sputtered protestations, Hisahide was rooted to the spot as Nobunaga drew closer. Tearing his hand away, he forced himself to calm down, barely hiding the disgust on his face. He’d grown used to Nobunaga’s tricks and bribery, but he could certainly do without the unwanted contact.

    “I mean...This is all very sudden, my lord. What could you possibly want to give someone like me?”

   { @hiragum0​ }

   “Matsunaga-dono,” In an unprecedented turn of events, Nobunaga stood from his throne with a swish of his cape and knelt before his oh-so-disloyal vassal, not hesitating for even a moment before– with a gentleness so shocking– taking his hand in both of his and bringing it close to his chest.

His eyes were still unnervingly intense, like they were trying to pick Hisahide’s eyes, but he smiled subconsciously to soften it.

   “— You’re a valuable asset to my cause. To show my appreciation, I’ve personally arranged gifts for you, which I hope you will accept.”

#SW works every bit as well! #nobu pls...have mercy... #odatodeath

[hiragum0]

goromaddogmajima​:

“And I thought this place was gonna be boring.”

“Perish the thought! That said...you look like plenty of fun yourself. Are you armed for a reason, or do you always carry a bat with you?”

#goromaddogmajima #uh oh BEST FRIEND ALERT

[hiragum0]

    “Young women need to be careful. Men are sneaky, manipulative creatures, and all of them have some sort of callous intention...”

    “...Except for me, of course. You can always trust me.”

#HISAHIDE SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP #;dash commentary

[hiragum0]

#this dumb asshole i stg #;carapace #gif warning

[hiragum0]

an absolute worthless swine of a man, lower than vermin. every time he spoke his putrid ideologies, the crops died in a 1000km radius around him-

    Why are you literally just talking about Hisahide tho.

#;dash commentary

[hiragum0]

[I hate guys like this. We get it, you vape.]

#mun art #;carapace

[hiragum0]

    The near-miss with the arrow was forgivable. (Even delightful - an attempt on his life, how droll!) However, the further Hisahide read, the deeper his countenance darkened. 

    God damn him, that bastard. How much did he know?! 

     Hisahide bared his teeth in a snarl, crunching the note into a crumpled ball in his fist. If she lost this match, he’d simply have to kill the both of them; he wouldn’t allow Nobunaga to ruin anything else for him.

A message, delivered on a friendly little arrow that embedded itself in the wood at chest-level of @hiragum0, would read: 

 “Lord Matsunaga, 

You are invited to attend a Sumo match in Avia. One of the wrestlers will be Ruolan. If she loses twice out of three matches, I get to keep her.

Nobunaga Oda (tenka fubu)”

#odatodeath #OH SHIT (OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT)