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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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I know I've talked about bull and bear hybrid Bakugou, but has anyone ever talked about lion hybrid Bakugou???? I thought about this concept when I was still half asleep this morning but like,,,,

lion hybrid bakugou with his big ole head and even bigger mane of hair, all soft, colored like the sand you'd dig your toes into at the beach. he has a little scruff on his chin, but he never grows it out because he hates the upkeep of it.

he's always loud, growly yawns whenever you see him, his canines sharp and pointy when he opens his maw wide enough for you to peek in. he's so big and soft where it matters, lazes around all day everyday, and gets these big bursts of energy at the most random of moments. he's basically an overgrown cat basically

omg and he has this complex where he's just sooo high and mighty, like he's some king meant to be worshipped. but all you have to do is kiss his cheeks and rub a hand through his hair when he lays his big dumb head in your lap, and he's purring up a storm.

and and and lion hybrid bakugou whose tongue can feel so rough when he's feeling lazy about it, but somehow knows how to work it just right whenever he wants to lounge between your legs. gets so huffy and growly when you mumble that you can't cum anymore, just nudges your thighs a little wider with his shoulder as he nuzzles his nose against your mound. doesn't care to hear any of your complaining, because he's still eating and doesn't intend on finishing until he's ready.

omg and and lion hybrid bakugou whose favorite position is, of course, doggy style. but only because he gets to wrap your little dainty neck up in his powerful jaws and pin you there, likes how you whimper and shiver but go limp either way because you trust him with your life. he pins your arms beside your head and grunts so loud into your nape when he finally sinks his cock inside of you. he practically lays flat on top of you, just rutting his hips against your ass over and over until he knots you.

which is his favorite part because you two get to just lay there for what feel like hours, and you keep coming intermitally because he can't help but rut his hips a few more times, and hiss at the way his knot tugs at your clenching lips. sigh just lion hybrid bakugou who looks so mean and intimidating but he just loves you so much and can't get enough of you

#this got long sorry #but it had to be said!!!#I don't think ive ever seen someone do this before but if they have pls tell me #bc I wanna read more about it #I said the same for bear bkg and im so sad its not more popular to be written about a lot :(#anyway catch me in my hybrid lover era again LOL #first the whole bull farm and now this #and to think I got so tired of the idea bc so many people would come to me about it #sigh what a full circle moment lmfao #anyway I wrote this on my computer and I swear I wrote it faster here than I would have on the phone #typing on my phone gives me like motion sickness or something idk but I hate it #okay bye im gonna go write the fic that won in my last poll lol #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#bakugou treats! 🍬#tw: knots

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v-anrouge · 17 days

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erm okay little barbatos edit, erm original in 3rd pic ^__^

#idk if i should tag this what if the obey me fandom tells em to kms #okay im tagging it #obey me fandom pls dont tell me to kms #or do odfk #obey me #obey me edit #obey me barbatos #om barbatos #obm barbatos

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epiclamer · 9 months

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HELLOO

villain caretaker and a sheepish hero whumpee ????????????????(!;!(&((!(!(' go

for you and your wife : 🌸🌺🌼🍄

Her favourite flower is lavender actually, but thank you.

Soup for the Soul

The scene in front of them was definitely not reflective of their hero. A shivering, shaking, sweating mess of their former self, buried under a mountain of blankets and tissues that fell to the floor after only a minute or so had passed in between the hero’s fingers.

Masking the slight worry in their mind with a smirk as the villain approached the other sprawled out on the couch. “What are you wearing?”

With only a slight delay, the hero’s head perked up from its spot on the armrest, only to fall back down after they had caught a glimpse of their nemesis in the corner of the room. The villain pushed themselves away from the wall and slowly centred around the hero, standing over them at last.

“I mean seriously, what is that?”

The hero sighed, dropping another tissue to the floor in defeat, pulling one more from their increasingly thinning box. “It’s all I have left. Everything else is covered in vomit or snot or some other sick germ.”

Their voice was sick—if their body didn’t portray that enough already—it was a deep sick, like one’s classic cold times eight. Mucus must’ve been coating their entire respiratory system, not to mention it probably fogged their brain up too.

“So you chose to go with the hot pink princess outfit? Made for twelve year old girls?”

“My mom bought it for me.” They snapped, too upset to not set off flags in the villain’s mind.

Idly the villain began reorganizing and fiddling with the medications and dishes on the coffee table at the hero’s feet. “My mom buys me things too, but it sure as hell isn’t from the women’s youth section.” They muttered, both hands filled with dirty dishes as they headed to deposit them in the kitchen. “And even if they were, you wouldn’t catch me wearing them if it meant I had to go to the dry cleaners naked.”

That got a chuckle out of the hero at least, a little bit of life still salvageable. The villain continued their tidying as the hero closed their eyes, shaking their head a little as they grinned.

“My advice? Call your mother and get your receipt to return it for something way more revealing.”

There was a pause, then the hero sighed again. “I don’t talk to her anymore.”

“Maybe your father has it?”

The villain watched as the hero shrugged, eyes still closed. “Don’t talk with him either.”

As much as the conversation had taken a somber turn, the villain had barely any experience with heavy subjects as such. Their main resort was humour, but they doubted that would help in a moment like this. Instead they tried their best to keep busy with their hands, purposefully clanking pots against each other and utensils together to fill the void-like silence.

Food always helped in tense situations like these, especially hot soup for the soul. So they let the silence stretch on until the only thing left to do was wait for a boil.

“If you don’t mind me asking; why?” Quietly as ever, the villain dug through the cabinets in the hero’s kitchen until the pads of their fingers struck gold.

The first aid kit.

The hero hummed, never looking up, focused entirely on relaxing their sore muscles as the villain approached. “We have a history of not seeing eye to eye.”

Dropping the first aid kit to the floor the villain followed suit as they sat. Gentle hands prying over the other’s arm as they got started, mumbling in agreement while they got out ointments, bandaids and gauze.

“But particularly we never agreed on me. My life, my choices, who I am.” Their skin flushed slightly at the touch of their nemesis, goosebumps coating them in a matter of seconds, which in their head they blamed on the cool sensation of the ointment being rubbed into their raw skin. But they knew it wasn’t the truth.

“Those ones are the worst.” The criminal whispered as they kept massaging the ointment into any scabs, scrapes or areas of flaky, dry skin. Their arms both looked a mess of eczema that was left far too long untreated.

The hero couldn’t stop the blush from reaching their cheeks as they watched the villain work diligently on their sorest spots. Noticing their issues and helping them fix it. The same type of care the hero would’ve killed for as a child. “Yeah…”

Embarrassed as they were, the hero was sure that the villain could hear them swallow nervously or at least feel their pounding heart. But if they did, they didn’t mention anything about it.

“Funnily enough, they still message me. Trying to get me to ‘change my mind’ or ‘take a different path’ as if this shit is my choice.”

The villain crooked an eyebrow, eyes flicking up for a millisecond to latch onto the hero’s before returning to their work. “I’m guessing they send you gifts too. Playing off the fact that these clothes look new and not like they were passed through your childhood.”

They nodded, shutting their eyes again as their face got redder. Avoiding any type of glance at themselves and their humiliating get up, the more they thought about it, the more the hero wanted to cry.

A bubbling hiss sounded from the kitchen and the villain shot up and ran to the stove. Immediately shutting off the burner and pulling the pot of soup off to try and stop it’s over-boiling, the villain breathed in content as it calmed down quickly. Taking out two bowls and two spoons as they poured equal parts before carrying it to the couch side where they last were.

“Don’t worry about it, okay?” They handed their enemy a bowl and a spoon, relishing in the cute dusting of pink on the tips of the other’s ears. “Eat up and then just relax. I’ll handle laundry and we’ll get you out of that get up, then I’ll treat the rest of you, sound good?”

The hero smiled, nodding their head once more as they struggled up to a seated position and shovelled the hot meal down their throat in seconds. Their parents wouldn’t have approved of the villain either, but they didn’t control the hero anymore.

The villain made them feel free, and that was all they needed.

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dicttheo · 9 days

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not to be IMMENSELY controversial but I would like to voice a thought that I've had for exactly a year now: Intellectual Property isn't that good. It's kinda bad, actually, and I think we need to stop acting like it's lived up to the expectations the band and it's marketing set for it

If I may be so bold as to elaborate: parx peaked at fandom. This was the first album that really had something to SAY. A thru C, and even double dare, were all classic teenage angst, and entertainment was a delightful breakup album, but fandom decided to take a swing at parx's infamously toxic fanbase with a side of recovering from the aforementioned breakup. It was also a pretty marked shift in parx's sound: each release has been sonically distinct, and you can travel a pretty clear evolution from the sound in airplane conversations to the one in fandom, but the shift between entertainment and fandom was HUGE (and controversial). The band was experimenting and was taking on more serious and heavier topics, and it pulled that off flawlessly.

Greatest hits felt almost like a natural continuation of fandom. Awsten goes to therapy and is on the path to getting better! It's an honest exploration of mental health and the difficulties of ever-increasing fame, it remains experimental yet delightful, it's really everything a person can want in a parx album. 10/10, fuckin banger.

But IP? Its lead single has some of the worst lyricism the band has e v e r released, and although it's sound feels like a natural evolution from fandom and GH, it just feels... lacking? static? two best friends gets real repetitive real quick, and the album is just a bit of a slog to get through. I've tried and tried and tried, but the only songs that ever stick out to me (other for funeral grey for just being bad, soz) are real super dark and ritual, and BOY HOWDY does ritual also get real repetitive real quick, and also have some lackluster lyricism. And what does IP really have to say? It's not an honest exploration of anything, really: not mental health, not the fandom, not fame, nothing. Perhaps it can be seen as an exploration of falling in love? In pining? But fandom did that better as a side theme. For an album that Awsten was touting as being meticulously crafted and their best work, it's clearly neither one.

Idk, IP just left a lot to be desired, and as the tour wraps up and the next album approaches, I'm hoping to see and hear better

#parx #waterparks #awsten knight #intellectual property #pls don't flay me for this #it's just my (v strong) opinion #i mean im right #but pls tell me why you disagree #bc i know y'all will #and that's okay!

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bettertwin1 · 5 months

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Wakes up to ask my audience that if i wrote a yaoj fic would you guys read it haagahbaa

#this is about yuri and loid #ghys im deranged #pls tell me #okay godknigth

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holderof-cats · 5 months

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Things Mihoyo didn't answer?????

like i have so many questions regarding the latest archon quest and they all involve Childe?? like, for example-

Why was he in Fontaine in the first place? what did it mean that "he felt restless" and "needed to fight ppl to get rid of his foul mood" ??

Why did his vision malfunction?? was that Focalors' doing?

Where is his vision story??? how did he get it???

why was he declared guilty by the oratrice? was that also Focalors' doing? was it all part of her grand scheme

how was neuvillette's one punch strong enough to knock him out but he had to fight the narwhal for who knows how long

how tf did he awaken that narwhal that is somehow really connected with him?

How did he even get to the primordial sea, or whatever plane of existence the all devouring narwhal lives in? how long did he fight it?

Why did he have to be yeeted back to snezhnaya?????? like he was yesterdays trash or smth😭 skirk even does the hand clapping thing after that??? and then 5 seconds later she completely forgets about having a disciple??

Why did mihoyo have to pull this bs again where they give us such a lore important character but dont give us any lore on them at all 😔 one kaeya was alr enough they needn't pull that shit again come on. and i swear if we have to wait till snezhnaya to get all of these answers i'm gonna shrivel up like a raisin : )

#im just salty about no chilumi interaction okay #but srsly though how can this dumbass be the indirect root cause of the great flood and reveal almost nothing about himself #genshin impact #childe #neuvillette #4.2 spoilers #4.2 archon quest #btw i'm new to tumblr #pls tell me this is how youre supposed to do it TT

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perelka-l · 3 months

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deep thought for today is that kieran is more of a snork mimimimi guy and drayton is a honk shooooo type

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nyaskitten · 8 months

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im v annoyed rn so take some doodles whilst i try to work out my PRIMAL , ANIMALISTIC RAGE!!! RAURRR !!!

#can u tell that my glasses broke and my wisdom tooth is growing but the appointment was rescheduled to oct and i had to do the dishes again #for like the 7th or 8th time despite having 4 able-bodied siblings and 2 able-bodied parents and now my shirt and arms feel weird and im #im just having one of those days okay.#prollyt shouldnt be. venting my issues in the tags of a tumblr post but i dont care #anyways someone should send me an ask about mystake as the oni of deception pls #ninjago #ninjago art #raine's art #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago mystake #mystake ninjago #venge ninjago #ninjago venge #they never gave the oni generals real names so im going off of what harumi said in the Resurrection Ceremony #ninjago ras #ras ninjago #lord ras #rapton ninjago #ninjago rapton

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daily-kagami · 9 months

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Day #73: Grown Up

#kagami #Kagami Tsurugi #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml #ml art #art #Hi.#it has been. a while #idek if this fandom is still active….i have not been mling for quite some time now #is kagami still alive. is she okay. if anyone has news of her whereabts pls lmk #i have not tuned in since season 3 >_< ill probably binge everything from the beginning and then go into s4 and 5 later this summer #anyways. i’m an adult now! which is crazy since when i started this i had just turned 15 #and now i’m abt to turn 19….wow #anyways i’m probably gonna post again as soon as i start rewatching and the nostalgia starts flowing so ! stay tuned for more #for now lets just enjoy kagami. pls dont tell me shes evil and has killed 5 ppl and everyone hates her now. or tht shes dead ill puke #EDIT: JUST LEARNED IM GONNA HAVE TO GAF ABT FELIX….DAMN

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sarcocystosis · 1 year

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i love people with aspd and autism. i love people with aspd and adhd. i love people who have aspd with other cluster b traits. i love people with comorbid personality disorders. i love people with aspd and ocd. i love people with aspd and schizospec disorders. i love systems/people with did/osdd with aspd. i love all of you guys with aspd and any other disorder i didn't mention here. i love people with aspd who are physically disabled. you are all awesome and you aren't faking it.

comorbidity is normal. you aren't trying to be "quirky" because you have comorbid disorders. you aren't "collecting all the disorders for fun/pity". you aren't "too much". YOU ARE SO COOL! love you all.

#actually antisocial #aspd #actually aspd #aspd positivity #actually cluster b #cluster b personality disorder #cluster b #i used the term systems and people because i know some prefer one term over the other... im a singlet so pls tell me if that's not okay

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revasserium · 10 months

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I'm being a rebel and requesting Ikesen Masamune and barefoot 💜

send me one and a character u__u

hurricane (prompt: barefoot)

masamune; 1,813; fluff and... that's it; @violettduchess is quite possibly one of the only ppl who can get me to write for a fandom that i had no plans in joining BUT HERE I AM FOLKS. here the fuCK i am.

he has always been a hurricane.

there are moments in a person’s life big enough for a single choice to put them on a completely different path, and then — there are those moments, much smaller moments, adding up to that one, bigger, monumental, life-changing moment. this is one of the latter.

the moon is heaven bright, swinging low in a full-bellied sky, and insomnia had plagued you till you’d come into the inner gardens for refuge. at least here, it felt like you were stuck between the pages of a waking dream. so… sleep-adjacent, right? right.

you swing your feet off the edge of the pristinely mopped wooden walkways, your sketchbook propped in your lap, a charcoal pencil gliding over the smooth, moon-bleached pages. you let your hand take the drawing where it wants, and these days, there’s only one place that your hand (and, subsequently the rest of your mind and body) seems to want to go.

masamune.

he appears as fish-tail flicks of your wrist bring him to life on the pages, each sketch fluid and overlapping with the next, almost like the depiction of dance — the crinkle at the edge of his eye, the curve of his hand as he rests it on the hilt of one of his blades, the strong, graceful slope of his shoulders and back, the crescent moon curve of his lips as he smiles, ever light, ever teasing, in your direction.

“ah… is that what i look like?”

his voice makes you jump, and even now after all this time, it sets your heart racing in your chest as you whirl around to find his nose inches from yours, that self-same smile hinged across his damnably gorgeous lips.

“w-wh — why aren’t you sleeping?” is your stumbling, cobbled together response to being jump-scared in the middle of his castle pagoda, but it’s the best you could come up with. he only leans back, chuckling, his arms tucked into the long thin sleeves of his kosode as he casts his eye up towards the full moon, his expression for once devoid if mischief or calculation. it’s strange, seeing him like this, so still and so quiet, and something about it makes you go still too, wondering if this is what its like to be caught in the eye of the storm, where the quiet is only ever momentary and destruction dances just beyond where your mind can reach.

“i could ask the same of you, kitten. so tell me… why aren’t you sleeping?” he grins as he joins you, propping one arm on a bent knee, watching as you gather yourself, palms pressing to the pages of your sketchbook.

“i… i couldn’t sleep.” you look down at your own knees, and it strikes you then that your feet are still bare. you can’t help glancing at masamune, and sure enough, his feet are bare too. no wonder i hadn’t heard him coming.

but something about this sets you off, the sight of his bare feet next to yours, and even though it shouldn’t be so tantalizing a thing — the flicker of bare flesh, the hint of skin unseen— you feel like one of those ancient victorian maidens, blushing at the sight of bare ankles.

you can’t help it; you start to laugh.

and masamune, sitting beside you, finds himself transfixed, held still by the sound of your laughter, pouring from you like rainwater from a stream. so clear and beautiful it sets his body arrack with shivers.

“what?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow, “is there something on my face?”

at this, you pause, stifling your giggles with a hand pressed to your lips, and you look at him. your eyes meet, and not for the first time, you feel yourself falling into them — into him. even like this, his one blue eye is something of a miracle, a thing of celestial majesty. it wasn’t until you’d met him that you’d realized what blue eyes look like up close — up close, they are the shattered light of a millions stars, fractured and reformed and singing through a universe of endless dark to end up here, shining out from him and landing on you, and god — he’s looking at you like all those million, billion years of starlight had traveled the expanse of every galaxy just to look at you.

just to see you like he does now.

“no… there isn’t,” you say, whisper, more like, reaching out a hand to trace your thumb over the lid of his closed eye. he doesn’t push you away. instead, he leans in closer.

“then, what’s so funny, kitten?”

you simply shake your head, trying to swallow down your belly-full of laughter, your mind showing you a strobe-quick flash-forward of you trying to explain the concept of foot kinks and websites that cater to such 500 years in the future before deciding — no. alas, tonight is not the night you try to educate one date masamune on the intricacies of body part kinks. though no doubt he’d take it in stride. no — that thought too, you tamp down before you’ve the mind to follow it down into a deep, dark rabbit hole from whence you might never recover or be recovered.

“tell me, please…” he grins, a grin that is simultaneously plea and pleasure, and in it, you can hear the knife-sharp promise of desire, “i’d like to know if something other than me has the power to make you laugh so much.”

“it’s just —” you bite your lips, fighting for the words, “we’re both barefoot.”

he blinks. and you can tell that whatever he was expecting the answer to be, this is clearly not it.

you track the flitter of emotions as they dance in quicksilver steps across the planes of his face — surprise, confusion, amusement, all painted porcelain perfect on the dark of his brows, the faint twitch of his lips. finally, he settles on a sorted of muted bemusement as he cocks his head at you.

“and… do people of your time tend to sleep with socks on?”

“no, it’s just…” you blush again, unable to help yourself.

“just what?” his voice is light, and he is still.

you swallow, hard,

“just… it’s weird — i mean — it’s not like i haven’t seen anyone else barefoot before just… this was — you’re just — and i —” you trip over your words in a hurry and end up tumbling through into incoherence so fast all you can do to styme the flood is to clamp your mouth shut and pray.

oh god please… tell me this is a bad dream.

but when you open your eyes, masamune is still there, watching you with that singular eye of his, expression inscrutable. and still, he doesn’t move.

“so…” and finally, finally, the stillness breaks — he cracks it open like an eggshell, stretching himself out as he leans back, propping himself up on his elbows, lengthening till he’s splayed out over the gleaming wooden boards of the walkway, his face bathed in ghostly moonlight.

“i’m not the first man you’ve seen barefoot, hm? that is a problem.”

your mouth drops open and for a moment, you gape at him wordless and fish-like, and he laughs as he turns to look at you.

“tell me his name — i’ll have his head in the morning,” he says, in a voice so casually serious that for a moment you think he might actually mean it.

“masamune!”

and then, he’s laughing too, a big, bright, uproarious thing that shakes his entire body like the foundations of the earth. it is deep and rich and lovely, warm and sweet as sun-kissed honey. you let yourself be swept up in his laughter, dropping into silent giggles, and then something louder, letting your shoulder bump into his, your bodies finally touching and then —

there’s a flurry of clothing, a shifting of weights. you find yourself pulled into him, tipping towards him like inevitability.

your sketchbook lays forgotten on the walkway next to you as masamune holds you close against his chest.

“ah… i really don’t like that…”

an entourage of tingles frissons through your body at his words.

“don’t like what?”

“the fact that you’ve seen someone else barefoot before. it bugs me.”

you peer up at him, lifting your head ever so slightly from his chest. he’s looking at you, and the sunrise-blue of his eyes are shadowed with something darker now, something decidedly less innocent than just the thought of bare feet.

“then… what will you do about it?” you ask, feeling the heat of his body, the solidness of him, the rightness of you between his arms.

“hm… are you teasing me, kitten?” his voice is gravel and earthquake and you’re emboldened by the sound, by the way his pupil dilates, the black hole at the center of every galaxy — gravity made solid, made real.

“yes,” you breathe, leaning up like a dare and he meets you gloriously, his lips hard and pressing and soft and pulling. there’s a fire unspooling at the base of your spine, stoked by the heat and truth of him, so close, too close — you break apart gasping. he grins, lynx-like and wolfish as he grazes his teeth along the column of your throat.

“good,” he says, sighing into your flesh as you arch up into him, your fingers curling into his hair as he flips the pair of you over. he pulls you beneath him and he is storm and thunder, he is rain and wonder — he is water to your desert skies, the sunlit days to all your moonless nights.

and as he makes to rend you into pleasure, into nothing more than ache and belonging, he pulls back with a bone-deep growl, a sliver of hesitation, of self-preservation.

“are… are you sure you want this?” that you want me? the echo is not lost on you.

and it’s not the first time he’s asked you the question, and you have a feeling that it wouldn’t be the last. but you reply as you had, once upon a time, in a distant, sun-drenched afternoon, when you’d been telling him about one of your favorite poems from your time.

you smile, tug him down for a kiss.

“yes,” you say, like you’d done on that long-ago afternoon, “i want you — i want this, masamune. because… I love you.”

“i will love you when you are a still day… i will love you when you are a hurricane.”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen series #date masamune #ikemen sengoku x reader #ikesen masamune #date masamune x reader #ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku headcanons #ikesen imagines #ikesen headcanons #floofy floof floof #OKAY but the feeling of tagging a REAL HISTORICAL FIGURE LFMAO #vi i blame u for all the bullshit im about to rain on this damn fandom LOL i havent played these games in YEARS i tell u #is this IC? IDK WHO KNO WHO CARE lol #i hope u liked it u_u #ALL CREDIT WHRE CREDIT IS DUE that last line comes from clementine von radics #i love her poetry pls go read it; this one comes from her collection called 'mouthful of forevers' its SO GOOD GO READ IT #doNT tease me with humans as metaphors for natural disasters man i will fucking GOBBLE that shit up #i love it almost as much as i love sky/star/sun/moon/ocean/general astronomy anaologies

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