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pseudofaux · 6 years

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Gifts (Kirigakure Saizo - a birthday story for Kara)

Happy birthday, @karalija honey! Thinking that we have been friends for a year floors me. Time flies when you are cracking dirty jokes. ;}

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I woke up somewhere I had not fallen asleep, somewhere that smelled distinctly feminine and worldly, sweetly spicy, like cloves. When I moved to get up, a hand stopped my progress, slim fingers pressing me back down to rest my cheek on silk.

“Good morning, dear one,” Yuki murmured, petting my hair like a cat.

Uh oh.

“I know that silly boy has asked me not to come by unannounced, but since today is a special day, I decided to bend the rules a little so I could bring you your presents.”

Actually, Saizo had been explicit that she should never come by ever, and said if he found her around me he would tell the village elder something she did not want him to know.

I could enforce that not a whit with my head in her lap, so I only said “Ah… thank you,” remembering how she valued good manners. There wasn’t much else I could do, since she’d blocked my attempt to sit up.

Her giggle was beautiful.

“You sweet,” She praised, stroking gently along my temples. “I wish I could spend the day with you and spoil you like a sister should, but I need to go now.”

Faster than a candle going out, her hand came under my head to take the place of her lap, and then the pillow roll was under my neck, and there was the softest, smoothest brush of her mouth against my forehead as she kissed me. And then Yuki was gone.

The shoji slid open, and Saizo was frowning. He all but marched over to me and crouched beside our bedding.

“Morning visitor.” He said flatly, eyes darting to the corners of the room. It wasn’t a question. Just like it wasn’t a question that he was in a terrible mood.

“She was here when I woke up,” I confessed, hoping being forthcoming would keep his ire where it belonged: not on me. “Where were you?” I asked.

He waved his hand over me. I thought he was likely trying to get rid of Yuki’s perfume.

“You should bathe,” he said. And then he turned and left.

He probably wouldn’t touch me until I did, given his mood. So I got out of our bedding, put it away, and prepared my basket of bathing supplies with treasures Saizo had brought me over the last few months: a soap that left my skin sweetly scented, and a small vial of oil that would make me smell like his love for me.

Next to the little bottle were two others, colored ribbons tied around their necks. They weren’t there when I put things away after my last bath. I knew right away where—who—they had come from. And had I not, there was a note. Of course.

Happy birthday, darling girl. I know some people in your life have trouble with their feelings. If you need someone to be honest with you, use the blue flask. All of it. If you need someone to be distracted, just a drop or two from the pink will do nicely. They taste lovely, no need to mix them with anything.

I sighed when I finished reading the note. The lettering was light and beautiful, and I didn’t doubt these bottles would do something resembling what Yuki promised, but I’d need to give these to Saizo. His sister’s gifts were too dangerous.

“This is not bathing,” came a voice right behind me, startling me. Familiar hands, nevertheless always surprisingly strong, clamped around my upper arms, keeping me from jumping.

“I was,” I swallowed, “getting ready.”

“What’s the hold up?” Saizo asked. Had he been waiting for me?

Hoping it wouldn’t ruin things, I said, “Yuki,” and tried to hand him the letter. His hands tightened around my arms before he let go and took the paper from me. He didn’t swear. He didn’t say anything.

“Saizo…?” I asked after a minute. When he didn’t answer, I turned around.

He was gone.

I put my little kit of special bathing supplies together and went to clean up. No one disturbed me, welcome or not. A morning bath was decadent, and one with special potions and scents felt almost too indulgent. Almost. I was smiling as I returned to the room I shared with Saizo, planning to dress and figure out what to do with myself on this rare day off.

Saizo’s irritation at Yuki wouldn’t fade quickly, so I expected I’d have time to myself. I did not expect to see him in our room, especially stretched out lazily on our bedding. Smiling. Smiling!

“H-hello,” I greeted him, heart already thumping at the sight of him. “I’m here.”

“So you are,” he said. There was nothing unhappy in his voice. It was all honey, actually, and even though I should have known better it went right to my knees and I did nothing to fight it.

“You put the bedding back out,” I said softly.

“I put bedding out,” he answered, contrary but not unkind. “Would the little lady care to check my work?”

I beamed at him. He was never so warm in his flirting! I put my things down and went to him immediately.

I hummed as I snuggled up to him. “This feels very nice,” I said. Happy enough that his mood seemed turned around, I dared to add, “Good job,” and my toes curled when he laughed.

“Someone should pay closer attention,” he chided. “This is an entirely new futon.”

I tried to sit up and inspect it, but Saizo held me to his chest.

“If you’re going to be so adorable, we’ll need a softer one,” he said silkily. I was shocked to stillness. Had Saizo said that?

I did not mishear his laugh. He turned me in his arms so my back was pressed to him. When I tried to look at him over my shoulder, one of his hands gently pushed me to face forward. His touch lingered on my cheeks, hand underneath my chin as he stroked either side of my mouth.

“Suck,” he said, and there was no mistaking that at all so I did, immediately. His thumb tasted sweet. Sweeter than it should have. My eyes flew to the little bottles on my shelf of treasures.

“Focus,” he said, pulling his thumb in the opposite direction. I followed it without thinking.

“What do you want for your birthday?” Saizo asked, a tiny hiss escaping him at the end as I pulled as hard as I could on his thumb in my mouth. He jammed the finger in farther, surprising me. I swirled my tongue around him, feeling the knob of his knuckle and even the texture of the scar on the inside of the digit.

I’d dried myself off after the bath, but it wasn’t meant to last with Saizo behind me, stroking my tongue in a commanding, promising way. I felt my hips start to move. Felt a part of him not giving against the movement, and shuddered blissfully.

“Make a man guess and you may get something you don’t like,” he whispered darkly. I sputtered.

“You!” I said. I had entirely forgotten his question. I went still, waiting to see how he would react.

“Fool,” he said, but it was quiet and sweet, and he nuzzled into the hair at the back of my head right after saying it. I could feel the pull of his breath as he smelled, and his chest pressed against my back.

“You used your oil,” he said.

I nodded and mmhmmed. I missed his thumb in my mouth.

“Where?” he asked.

“The back of my neck,” I told him, and he moved his nose down through my hair to get to it. Oh… He was breathing in deeply, and his hands were on the knot of my robe.

“Wrists,” I offered before he asked. I felt his silent smile against the base of my neck. I held one up for him and indeed, he moved to breathe it in.

“I don’t know if I want to tell you where I put the rest,” I said. Where had that come from? Even confessing the reservation felt like too much!

Saizo hummed onto the back of my shoulder. “You know I’ll find it.”

I was already deep in his thrall.

“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I hope you will.”

I moved to clap a hand over my mouth before I said anything else, but he was quicker, his hands flying from my waist to my wrists to hold them still.

“No,” he said. I didn’t think there was anything to be gained from trying to argue with that, but I struggled a little in his grip.

“But I don’t know why I’m saying those things.”

“Don’t you?” Saizo asked.

Did I? I thought of the sweetness on his thumb. It had only tasted sweet, unlike the bitterness of most of Saizo’s ninja elixirs. But those hadn’t come from Saizo…

“You emptied those bottles from Yuki, didn’t you?” I asked.

“I’m not in the habit of picking up after you,” he said flatly.

“Just rescuing me all the time,” was out of my mouth before I could stop myself. His grip on my wrists flexed tighter.

It was quiet for a moment as I tried to understand why I’d said that or how the words had come out of me. Then there was a soft rustle as Saizo pulled me by the wrists, putting me on my back and beneath him. My body practically slid on the smoothness of the new bedding.

“Are you saying you’d rather squirm in danger?” he asked. His expression was disinterested but that he’d asked at all was a tell.

“That depends,” I answered, breathless again. Something in me felt daring.

Silver and scarlet swamped my vision until my eyes closed as he kissed me. It was sweet at first, a gentle pull of my bottom lip into his mouth, a loving brush of his tongue against mine. Then it was deeper, and I felt like the room might be spinning. His hands were still around my wrists, denting the futon with them as he pressed me into the plushness of it with those hands, with his body, with his mouth.

Saizo’s tongue was sweet. Sweeter than usual. But I was too dizzy from kissing him to give it much thought. One of his hands let go, trailing down my forearm. The sensation had me moaning into him, and he gave me a little “heh” right back. The sound settled where I wanted him to be. He could do this all day, winding me up coolly. I could only hope a birthday might be a day he’d take pity on me.

My robe was opened and his palm was sliding along my abdomen before I realized he’d even gone back to the knot. Sneaky, wonderful ninja.

“Touch me more,” I begged. I didn’t quite know what was happening; he’d put two sweeter than usual tastes right on my tongue, he’d evaded my question about throwing out Yuki’s presents, and I was on fire for him and feeling very open about it for once.

“That’s the idea,” he said against my mouth, and his fingertips rolled over one of my nipples in that absolutely perfect way he’d always known I would like.

He worked me skillfully for a few minutes, easing back from his slow, sweet kisses to let me breathe or moan in appreciation. He was far more talkative than usual, murmuring that I was alluring and perfect and humming in a satisfied way I had rarely heard before. His enjoyment sent mine spiraling until I was whimpering under him and rocking my hips up, having pressed a slick patch onto Saizo’s robe.

I wasn’t beyond begging. Once he got started, I never really got to be.

“Saizo, please,” I said, pushing up at him.

“Please what, pretty little lady?” The additional endearment went right to my heart.

“Please be in me,” I whined. “I need you.”

“Need, you say?” And he kissed me firmly, smiling. But he was pulling his hips back and his hands left my body briefly. “Look at me,” he said, and I did as he asked just as I felt the head of his cock pressing against the most sensitive part of me, needy for contact, needy for him.

He smiled as he held my gaze and shifted his hips just a little lower. “Legs up,” he said. I shuddered.

When I’d moved to his satisfaction, he smiled again.

“Not half as much as I need to be in you,” he said clearly, and then he pushed into my body, fast and deep, and I was so overwhelmed I groaned. He felt so good. Had he really said that? My mind was scattered, thoughts grains of rice from an overturned basin. Saizo wouldn’t—he would never—

He grunted and kissed me again, and I was lost in a familiar way. The proud head of his cock spread my body, undeniable, so strong I could feel the shape of it inside myself.

Hours later, coming out of the daze of it all, I tried to ask again.

“You got rid of what Yuki brought me, didn’t you?”

He made an entirely noncommittal noise and stretched his arms behind his head. I’d know that move anywhere. He was settling to sleep and intended to avoid answering questions.

“Come lay on me,” he said. It wasn’t an answer, but it was gently said and offered me what I wanted, so I shifted to lay on him instead of next to him.

One of his hands came down to stroke my back, raising pleasant shivers.

I’d try one more time and then succumb to the lovely exhaustion he’d gifted me.

“Saizo, I want to know. About the elixirs. We were both different today.”

He was quiet, so I looked up at him from his chest. He looked at me with that rare smile, the sweet one that spun me around his whims, sure as a spindle. Then he arched a brow.

“Perhaps little lady should study to be an apothecary.”

“Please just tell me,” I asked. His expression moved to something put out, the way he often looked with Yukimura. But I knew he loved Yukimura almost as much as he loved me, so it didn’t sting.

“Might need to be a little cleverer to be an apothecary,” he murmured. He was drumming his fingers up my skin with the gentlest pressure.

“Saizo. Why won’t you tell me?”

“Nothing to tell,” he said. That did sting. We’d just been so close.

“You’re awful,” I answered, settling back on his chest, feeling isolated despite our contact. He went still, then both his arms were around me, one at my back and the other hand threaded through my hair, holding my head to his chest. I didn’t want to give into how much it soothed me, but my body responded.

When the room was very quiet, Saizo squeezed me and said “I need no drug to want to love you, and you need none to tell me how you feel.”

That wasn’t an admission either way, I noted, but it was a very openly affectionate thing for Saizo to say. I hoped. I wiggled in his hold, snuggling closer, and decided to be satisfied for now.

“Should I give you something to help you rest?” he teased. I tapped his shoulder in a light smack and scowled.

“No need,” I borrowed his phrasing, closing my eyes. He chuckled and rubbed my scalp with his fingers.

When I woke up from my nap, he was still holding me. His fingers were relaxed, buried in my hair, and his arm rested heavily across my back. He was breathing evenly beneath me, with me. The feel of that gift in my heart was the sweetest thing I’d ever known.

#karalija #hbd kara!#ilu #Kirigakure Saizo #slbp fanfic #samurai love ballad party

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frywen-babbles · 7 years

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karalija

Fanfic Masterpost

So I just slammed all your Saizo fic’s in a 10 hour reading marathon….. I simply couldn’t stop reading! I cried at so many different parts of your stories and Saizo is LIFE. Goddammit I love that ninja….

I’m glad you suffered enjoyed! I love him too! That’s why I’m writing another Saizo fic atm, I don’t know when I’ll be finished tho, I’ll try to finish a longer fic before Christmas!

#karalija

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compneuropapers · 4 years

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Interesting Papers for Week 25, 2020

Separable gain control of ongoing and evoked activity in the visual cortex by serotonergic input. Azimi, Z., Barzan, R., Spoida, K., Surdin, T., Wollenweber, P., Mark, M. D., … Jancke, D. (2020). eLife, 9, e53552.

Neural Dynamics of Associative Learning during Human Sleep. Canales-Johnson, A., Merlo, E., Bekinschtein, T. A., & Arzi, A. (2020). Cerebral Cortex, 30(3), 1708–1715.

Pulvinar Modulates Contrast Responses in the Visual Cortex as a Function of Cortical Hierarchy. de Souza, B. O. F., Cortes, N., & Casanova, C. (2020). Cerebral Cortex, 30(3), 1068–1086.

Neural Correlates of Strategy Switching in the Macaque Orbital Prefrontal Cortex. Fascianelli, V., Ferrucci, L., Tsujimoto, S., & Genovesio, A. (2020). Journal of Neuroscience, 40(15), 3025–3034.

From Prior Information to Saccade Selection: Evolution of Frontal Eye Field Activity during Natural Scene Search. Glaser, J. I., Wood, D. K., Lawlor, P. N., Segraves, M. A., & Kording, K. P. (2020). Cerebral Cortex, 30(3), 1957–1973.

Commutative Properties of Head Direction Cells during Locomotion in 3D: Are All Routes Equal? LaChance, P. A., Dumont, J. R., Ozel, P., Marcroft, J. L., & Taube, J. S. (2020). Journal of Neuroscience, 40(15), 3035–3051.

Task Errors Drive Memories That Improve Sensorimotor Adaptation. Leow, L.-A., Marinovic, W., Rugy, A. de, & Carroll, T. J. (2020). Journal of Neuroscience, 40(15), 3075–3088.

Incomplete vesicular docking limits synaptic strength under high release probability conditions. Malagon, G., Miki, T., Tran, V., Gomez, L. C., & Marty, A. (2020). eLife, 9, e52137.

The Right Temporoparietal Junction Is Causally Associated with Embodied Perspective-taking. Martin, A. K., Kessler, K., Cooke, S., Huang, J., & Meinzer, M. (2020). Journal of Neuroscience, 40(15), 3089–3095.

Bidirectional short-term plasticity during single-trial learning of cerebellar-driven eyelid movements in mice. Najafi, F., & Medina, J. F. (2020). Neurobiology of Learning and Memory, 170, 107097.

Balance between Transmitter Availability and Dopamine D2 Receptors in Prefrontal Cortex Influences Memory Functioning. Papenberg, G., Karalija, N., Salami, A., Rieckmann, A., Andersson, M., Axelsson, J., … Bäckman, L. (2020). Cerebral Cortex, 30(3), 989–1000.

STDP Forms Associations between Memory Traces in Networks of Spiking Neurons. Pokorny, C., Ison, M. J., Rao, A., Legenstein, R., Papadimitriou, C., & Maass, W. (2020). Cerebral Cortex, 30(3), 952–968.

Feedback inhibition and its control in an insect olfactory circuit. Ray, S., Aldworth, Z. N., & Stopfer, M. A. (2020). eLife, 9, e53281.

Beyond the disconnectivity hypothesis of schizophrenia. Rolls, E. T., Cheng, W., Gilson, M., Gong, W., Deco, G., Lo, C.-Y. Z., … Feng, J. (2020). Cerebral Cortex, 30(3), 1213–1233.

Interleaving Motor Sequence Training With High-Frequency Repetitive Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation Facilitates Consolidation. Rumpf, J.-J., May, L., Fricke, C., Classen, J., & Hartwigsen, G. (2020). Cerebral Cortex, 30(3), 1030–1039.

A Sparse Probabilistic Code Underlies the Limits of Behavioral Discrimination. Sriram, B., Li, L., Cruz-Martín, A., & Ghosh, A. (2020). Cerebral Cortex, 30(3), 1040–1055.

Cannabinoid agonist administration within the cerebellar cortex impairs motor learning. Steinmetz, A. B., & Freeman, J. H. (2020). Neurobiology of Learning and Memory, 170, 106896.

No neuron is an island: Homeostatic plasticity and over-constraint in a neural circuit. Voicu, H., & Mauk, M. D. (2020). Neurobiology of Learning and Memory, 170, 106982.

Widespread receptor-driven modulation in peripheral olfactory coding. Xu, L., Li, W., Voleti, V., Zou, D.-J., Hillman, E. M. C., & Firestein, S. (2020). Science, 368(6487).

Long-Lasting Somatic Modifications of Convergent Dendritic Inputs in Hippocampal Neurons. Yang, X., Bao, Y., Xu, J., Gong, R., Zhang, N., Cai, L., … Lu, W. (2020). Cerebral Cortex, 30(3), 1436–1446.

#science #Neuroscience #computational neuroscience #research #Brain science #cognition #cognitive science #neurobiology #psychophysics #scientific publications

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rubyleeray · 6 years

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Sengokink - The 12 Days of Chrismut Master Post

Every door has been opened! The SENGOKINK - THE 12 DAYS OF CHRISMUT ADVENT CALENDAR IS COMPLETE! Day 1 Mtisunari Ishida - Oil & Massage Day 2 Masamune Date - Food Day 3 Yukimura Sanada - Sweaty Outdoor Sex Day 4 Saizo Kirigakure - Aftercare & Ass play (Saizo POV) Day 5 Kenshin Uesugi - Blindfolded Gameplay Day 6 Toshiie Maeda (Inuchiyo) - Bath Sex Day 7 Mitsuhide Akechi - Roleplay & Outdoor Sex (Mitsuhide POV) Day 8 Kojuro Katakura - Guided Masturbation & Hair Pulling Day 9 Hideyoshi Toyotomi - Spanking Day 10 Ieyasu Tokugawa - Makeup Day 11 Shingen Takeda - Mirror Sex (Shingen POV) Day 12 Nobunaga Oda - Face Fucking Thank you so much for checking this out! I’ve never taken on such a huge project for myself before and while not every story is my best, I am extremely proud of all of them.

I really hope you enjoyed this series! I learned a lot about myself as a writer in the process and I challenge you all to try something similar! Especially if you are experiencing the block!

Things I learned: -You can do all the pre-planning in the world and still end up scrapping and re-writing your story at 11:45 pm even though you have to publish it by 11:59pm. -The thesaurus is my best friend, but sometimes writing “slowly” and “gently” 80 times a piece has to happen! -Buying as many epilogues as you can is an extremely worthy investment if you’re a writer - ESPECIALLY the male POVs! - It is incredibly difficult to describe orgasming (a minimum of) 12 different ways 12 days in a row. - You CAN write smut in the back of an Uber but I do NOT recommend it. - The SLBP fandom is one of the most supportive there is and everyone in it is an absolute treasure (but this is a bit of a cop-out because I went into this project already knowing this!). -The 12 Days of Christmas aren’t actually scheduled? No one knows exactly what timeline is considered the official 12 Days of Christmas?!

*Thanks again to @karalija and @pseudofaux for putting up with my secrecy and endless self-revisions.* Happy Holidays to you all! I’m wishing you lots of love and happiness!! No matter where you are or what you might be going through right now, please know that you bring me a lot of happiness and joy and I hope I can return the favor some day! (Even if it is providing you with a few brief moments of what I hope is smutty bliss).

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fandomsarefamily1966 · 6 years

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I was tagged by @groovygreenhat so thank you <3 <3

rules – bold the statements that are true

APPEARANCE

I am over 5′5″ • I wear glasses /contacts • I have blond hair (dyed) • I wear sweatshirts a lot • I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing • I have one or more piercings • I have at least one tattoo • I have blue eyes • I have dyed or highlighted my hair • I have gotten plastic surgery • I have or had braces • I sunburn easily • I have freckles • I paint my nails • I typically wear makeup • I don’t often smile • I am pleased with how I look • I prefer Nike to Adidas • I wear baseball hats backwards

HOBBIES AND TALENTS

I play a sport • I can play an instrument • I am artistic • I know more than one language • I have won a trophy in some sort of competition • I can cook or bake without a recipe • I know how to swim • I enjoy writing • I can do origami • I prefer movies to TV shows • I can execute a perfect somersault • I enjoy singing • I could survive in the wild on my own • I have read a new book series this year • I enjoy spending time with friends • I travel during school or work breaks • I can do a handstand

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss • I have gotten drunk • I have told a crush I like them • I have traveled outside of the country • I have flown on an airplane • I have stayed awake for more than 48 hours • I have had a near-death experience • I have caught something on fire • I have performed in a talent show • I have shot a gun • I have been on TV • I have gone scuba diving • I have broken a bone • I have slow-danced • I have gone on a shopping spree

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship • I have been single for over a year • I have a crush • I have a best friend • I have known a friend for over ten years • my parents are together • I have a brother • I have dated my best friend • I am adopted • my crush has confessed to me • I have had a long-distance relationship • I am an only child • I give advice to my friends • I have made an online friend • I met up with someone I have met online

AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell • I have watched the sun rise • I enjoy rainy days • I have slept under the stars • I meditate outside • the sound of chirping calms me • I enjoy the smell of the beach • I know what snow tastes like • I listen to music to fall asleep • I enjoy thunderstorms • I enjoy cloud watching • I have attended a bonfire • I pay close attention to colors • I find mystery in the ocean • I enjoy hiking on nature paths • autumn is my favorite season

MISCELLANEOUS

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle • I am the mom friend • I live by a certain quote • I like the smell of Sharpies • I am involved in extracurricular activities • I enjoy Mexican food • I can drive stick-shift • I have memorized an entire song in a day • I believe in true love• I dream up scenarios to fall asleep • I sing in the shower • I wish I lived in a video game • I have a canopy above my bed • I am multi-racial • I am a redhead • I own at least three dogs • I am LGBT

I tag @eternityjackson2219, @megaburrito2, @nezclaw, @rodgerwoter, @sailonacrossthesea, and @karalija

#i love doing these #they're pretty interesting

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ljiljanalimes · 3 years

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Hvala Aida Neradin-Karalija na podijeljenom iskustvu🔝Naručite i vi sebi pastu i sjaj abraziv i olakšajte sebi čišćenje💌 (na lokaciji Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPQ50xCHXJ0/?utm_medium=tumblr

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karalija · 4 months

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Hodari from the game Palia by singularity 6!

“ You’re a sight for sore eyes darlin’.”

I wonder if S6 can see how many times I chat him up in a row just to hear his voice call me darlin’ over and over again. 🤔🤔🤔 especially his line above and the infamous “ Keep my name on your lips darlin’.” line. LAWD have MERCY.

Great song for him is “My Soul” by Thrice: https://open.spotify.com/track/3ilLbGFYml8Fe5pkRvhcxW?si=XZ1SAvaxQOCvyVM8WSPk7Q

#palia #hodari #palia game #play palia #palia fanart #hodari pavel #singularity 6 #palia mmo #hodaddy #can get it #the southern drawl #it kills me #and I’m actually southern #but daddy i love him #single dad #karalija #artists on tumblr #fanart #Spotify

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bellflowermaiden · 6 years

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Tagged by @ikesenhell and @pseudofaux

RULES: Bold the statements that apply to you, italicize your aspirations, and tag nine people!

AIR: I have small hands • I love the night sky • I watch small animals and birds when I pass them by • I drink herbal tea • I wake to see dawn • The smell of dust is comforting • I’m valued for being wise • I prefer books to music • I meditate • I find joy in learning new truths from the world around me

FIRE: I don’t have straight hair • I like to wear ripped jeans and overalls • I play an organized sport • I love dogs • I am not afraid of adventure • I love to talk to strangers • I always try new foods • I enjoy road trips • Summer is my favorite season • My radio is always playing

WATER: I wear bracelets on my wrists • I love the bustle of the city • I have more than one set of piercings • I read poetry • I love the sound of a thunderstorm • I want to travel the world • I go to sleep past midnight most days • I love dimly lit diners and fluorescent signs • I rewatch kids’ shows out of nostalgia • I see emotions in colors not words

EARTH: I wear glasses • I enjoy doing the laundry • I am a vegetarian or vegan • I have an excellent sense of time • My humor is very cheerful • I am a valued advisor to my friends • I believe in true love • I love the chill of mountain air • I’m always listening to music • I am highly trusted by the people in my life

AETHER: I go without makeup in my daily life • I make my own artwork • I keep on track of my tasks and time • I always know true worth • I see beauty in everything • I can always smell flowers • I smile at everyone I pass by • I always fear history repeating itself • I have recovered from a mental disorder • I can love unconditionally

Tagging: @mitsuhideneedsmorelove, @mitsuhidethesnek, @acrispyapple, @karalija, @nikkipet, @incubeebirb, @deathbyotome, @af-fection, @protect-nobuyuki

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pseudofaux · 6 years

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Drought and Downfall (Keiji/OC, pre-SLBP)

I finished Inuchiyo’s route yesterday which gave me the push for this, but I’ve been wondering for a while: why does Keiji zero in on Hideyoshi for smooches? (Get in LINE, Keiji!) This was a possibility an under-the-bridge part of my brain came up with. NSFW (not even midwest spicy, but nsfw) and sad. Set before the game. “Hideri” is a Japanese word for drought.

Hideri was her name, and from the way the madam introduced her in the selection room of the brothel it was clear that was some kind of joke. Indeed, when Hideri’s eyes came up to his, the warm brown of a doe in the sun, all the coyness of her smile invited him in on some secret he was the only person in the room not to know.

Later that evening, when he tumbled onto her futon and made the first motions of learning her body, he thought he might understand. She was no drought; she was a river in both force and slickness. And in his heart, already a grown man, he knew he couldn’t, but he wanted to drown in her and kiss the softness of her smiling lips always.

He left the brothel stumbling and smiling, a little in love with her. A little, at least. Enough to go back. And back. And nowhere else.

Her lips and the things they did… of course all of the skilled ways she used them on his body were magnificent, she was a whore. A sweet-hearted, lovely-eyed, generous whore. She’d be trained in these things. But the way her smile made her eyes melt golden and his heart along with it, that was truly something. Hideri would pour for him and revel in his high spirits or coax him closer to happiness or just be kind and full of care for him. She would touch him and meet his eyes and say something soft, something that might be tender or tawdry but she’d say it so, so softly. And in her bed she would clench and gush around him, calling him with his family name and honorific, and it gave him a peace tinged with smugness he had never known he wanted.

He went to see her as soon as he could after returning to Arako at the end of campaigns, and brought her treats. He didn’t know if her delight was practiced or not, but it felt genuine. It genuinely made him feel good.

He loved fucking her, but they didn’t always get to it and didn’t always need to. Sometimes they just made each other laugh—and he didn’t think someone could fake that laugh, the only part of her that wasn’t sexy, which made it even more attractive to him. Other whores laughed demurely, elegantly; Hideri guffawed. She would throw her head back and sometimes little diamonds glinted on her lashes as she caught her breath. He loved that laugh. He liked tickling her to make it keep going. Liked where it usually ended up, her smiling warmly under him, robes coming loose, rouge vivid, reaching to cup his face and whisper that he was so wonderful.

One afternoon she had botamochi waiting for him, each piece spread with jam. They made a game of tucking pieces into each other’s navels to eat. If was an afternoon of swirling tongues and sweet whispers. When he left, Keiji thought she was a little in love with him. A little, at least. She knew what he’d liked, and she had gotten botamochi each day for the last several days, knowing he’d visit but not precisely when.

He knew he couldn’t marry her, but he had thoughts of trying to make things more official or exclusive between them, even thoughts of asking old Okumura for advice. He had thoughts about asking her if she would like that kind of thing, but was happier to be happy in her presence than to do much thinking. He was young, unconsciously selfish, and very taken with her and how good she made him feel. In a backwards way she made him aware of his aching loneliness by how completely she soothed whatever else was troubling him.

Her skin was so plush and soft, especially her lips, and he learned to kiss her in the privacy of her room. Learned to make her lashes flutter together and make her make that sublime quiet, contented sigh. She was lovely, and she felt even better than she looked. Her mouth… rouged or smeared or clean, it was the most amazing thing to kiss her. And when he wasn’t kissing her she was so full of laughter, that loud laugh and more girlish giggles, bawdy and vibrant and unforced and worth everything he spent to be with her, five times over. More. Worth so much more. He didn’t think he was melancholy man but with her, he knew he was happy.

His father knew what kind of place he was going to, and might have known specifically where and specifically who he was seeing. But Keiji knew not to bring it up at home, and his father was busy enough running the clan that dalliances weren’t worthy of so much as a sharp word. He didn’t like to think about what part of that hurt more, so he didn’t.

Being with Hideri made him more of a man, he realized. And when Keiji started to serve in a more functional way in battle, his strength got noticed. He kind of enjoyed battle, but there were things he enjoyed more. He would go to a different place in his head when he fought, remembering being comforted by his mother, or by Hideri. And he would cut down the enemies of the Maeda like he was supposed to, and then drink and make nice with the other soldiers. And then go home. And then go where he wanted.

One day he went where he wanted to go, but she wasn’t there. There was always the risk that she might be with someone else when he came by unannounced, but the madam pulled him aside, into a room he’d never been in, with one of the guards.

She told him sadly that Hideri had been killed by a patron. Keiji wasn’t quite sure how to feel.

The madam said the man had been arrested. There was no escaping what he’d done.

Keiji still wasn’t quite sure how to feel. He wished he could be somewhere quiet with Hideri. But he couldn’t.

He gave the madam half of his purse and asked that she burn incense for… her. And not forget. The older woman gave him a shrewd look, then agreed.

Keiji went to a restaurant and got very, very drunk. He fell as he was leaving, waved off help, and then fell down some stairs when he was ambling around because he couldn’t find his way home. He cried, overwhelmed by loneliness and coldness and sadness and the way his head hurt. He fell asleep with blood-sticky fingers digging into the earth, wishing he could kiss someone sweet and feel happy instead of all of this.

When he woke he was clean and confused, and a servant he recognized was leaning over him fretfully.

His father was called into his room, and the glare the Lord of Arako leveled on Keiji made him want to curl into the bedding. But he was too tired and empty of heart to move, though he wasn’t sure quite why. So he held his father’s sharp eyes, and saw when the older man’s severity crumbled into something that might have been commiseration. And he saw his father’s hand come forward to rest in his hair, stroking him and comforting him, until he fell back asleep and saw no more.

When Toshiie started to make friends and a name for himself in Owari, Keiji was sent to check on him. And he went, because that was what he was supposed to do, and while he wandered and had his fun he did obey orders. Almost always.

One of Toshiie’s fellows (in a friendly, adversarial, curious sort of way) was Toyotomi Hideyoshi. Who had golden brown eyes like a doe in the sun, and a kind smile, and a rich laugh, and lips that looked so very soft. And it made Keiji sad and silly and happy, at all once, to meet this person.

He didn’t quite know why.

Taggin’ in thirst and lurv: @karalija @rubyleeray @yoolee @han-pan @unicornthug4life @kawa-akarin @scrappingandyelling @wonky-glass-ornament @opossumlyinsane @nightingaledarling @demonintheally @dani677 @astralandopal @flower-dragon @saizoswifey @akiko-moons @saialock @quincette @incubeebirb @little-mini-me-world @ladyofsamurai @yuyuisakura-hime @saizos-little-lady @dear-mrs-otome @stars-over-omori @catchthespade @theweatheredwarrior @perfectruffian2389 @lovelygusher @jeonshim @shikikira @dreamfar628 @saeneras @kakki-neko @masamunesmistress @slbp-owns-ayame @frywen-babbles @jemchew @sengokugenkigirl @slbpfics @all-my-cuffs-have-buttons @nathygilmour @honey-gokko @mfm50 @j0dy-yd0j @wrynnfall @croquettish @itachan20 @masamunbae @erinlynn007 @chiefofthepigs

#maeda keiji #needs to do maeda keijmii #slbp fanfic #poor kid #I'll write something happier for him soon!#he's such a babe!#he deserves better!#samurai love ballad party

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quincette · 6 years

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Ok, but I just wanna gush...

@karalija you arrrttt hhhgnngghhhhh, especially your smutty art, I LOVE LOVE LOVE the expressions on their faces, I love their blissful post coital faces but their ABSOLUTELY WRECKED FACES (O faces, or ALMOST O faces) are exquisite hhnnnggghhhh, I just took a tour of your blog and ooohhh boy, cold shower this morning.

#samurai love ballad party #slbp #samurai love ballad #i cant believe i’ve never said this before

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saizoswifey · 6 years

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Mamapeno I just started on SLBP not too long ago and I'm already thirsting so much for Saizo. I need more fanfics and fanarts of him. 😭😭

I feel that thirst on a spiritual level also welcome fellow Saizhoe!!

I don’t know what you have seen already...my next writings most likely won’t be Saizo again since I’ve done two in a row for him, I’m working on Yasu, Mitsunari and NPC stuff...but I can give you a few awesome things to look at! I’m guessing we are going to have an influx of great Saizo stuff once the SLBP gift exchange works are released!

This Halloween Drabble by @dear-mrs-otome is so absolutely in character and inventive and just a fun and wonderful read. All of her work is like being transported into the world she is writing about.

This Kabe-don Drabble by @yoolee honestly had me laughing and giggling, I loved it so much. She has such a grasp of balancing comedy while keeping the language beautiful.

Transgressions Of Lust by RubyLeeRay on AO3 is like...fantastical smut, for real. If you haven’t read it yet, please do. There’s also this beautiful art by @karalija to go with it which makes it even more amazing!

SaiYukkin Art, Anyone? Bless you @jane-runs-fast !! Also, the fantastic SaiYukkin Smut that inspired it by the dear @quincette which is such a hot but lovely read.

Unplanned CH1--CH2 by @suzunesays hurt in like the best way but also the worst way ahah. I just have a lot of feels hnnng *quiet sobbing* anyway its so beautifully written, as usual, and also there’s smut so what’s not to like?!

This Piece by @jemchew which is NSFW and it’s pretty and poetic and a true pleasure on the eyes to read.

Beautiful but Angsty Sad Art by @kakihoden

NSFW A-Z by @sengokugenkigirl which is so on-point and accurate it hurts.

This Masterpiece that I want a large print of to hang in my living room and stare at for the end of time by @saizophrenia

Oh and also This Art because again, Jane is constantly trying to murder me with her art.

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These are my favorites off the top of my head but there’s just so much goodness out there. You can look through the Saizo tag on my blog or check out any of these wonderful people I’ve tagged above! And again, keep a look out for the release of the SLBP Exchange Works @slbp-holiday-exchange!!!

#slbp #samurai love ballad party #saizo kirigakure #little lady speaks #michii-pyon #k talks

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yoolee · 6 years

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Ye Massive Tag-back Post

I have been tagged in stuff. I am slow. Apologies for anyone tagged in this XD

5 facts about me that literally know one needs to know

(tagged by @saizoswifey��)

I get weirdly nervous in grocery checkout lines: I have no idea why. I don’t know if it’s like, the feeling of being trapped in a narrow space (if there’s someone behind you and ahead of you), or the like, awkward social chitchat that I am SUPER BAD AT or what but I get weird. I HAAAATE that the nearest grocery store to me does not have self check-out, and I put off grocery shopping to the last minute. I can improvise a speech in front of a crowd of hundreds, I can jump off high ladders, like, I’m not a naturally nervous person I swear I’m not. But grocery stores...

I once broke into an Irish autorepair shop: Sort of. It’s kind of a long story, but when I was a student in Cork like…8 years ago, they told me to stick to the flatlands and I took a wrong turn and got lost up in the hills and I kinda felt like these two guys who kind of showed up behind me were following me. I did the whole ‘take a couple of right turns’ and it went from two to four guys and I was getting more and more lost and just like NOOOOPE. And then there was trash can on fire and so I like, half-slid down a little cliff, and snuck through/over a chained shut fence and into what turned out to be a repair shop. There were three older guys sitting there eating pizza, and they just blinked at me so I burst out that hey, there was a trash can on fire (like that’s a reasonable reason to bust in, right?). They asked me if I was the one who set it on fire, I said no, they gave me pizza, we waited for the fire brigade. GOOD TIMES. That was the start of a super, super weird 72 hours.

I despise bananas in smoothies: DESPISE. They POLLUTE them, CONTAMINATING everything with awful, horrid, banana-ness. They are smoothie-ruiners. RUINERS. AWFUL, HORRIBLE, TERRIBAD INGREDIENTS OF EVIL. I like banana bread, and my mom’s banana cake, and can sometimes tolerate a banana-nut muffin, but they have no place in my strawberry-raspberry smoothies and they are intolerably smushy on their own. SHUDDER.

I have done a lot of super random jobs at least once: I’ve been a chemist, taught ballet to 6 year olds and figure skating to teens with special needs, charity auctioneer, corn shucker, lighting booth operator, teaching assistant, princess, storyteller, tutor, dining hall worker, medical transcriptionist, editor, corporate recruiter, automated tutorial/phone recording voice, corporate trainer, historical docent, term paper writer, contortionist, martial arts event coordinator, bookseller, video game voice, snake venom analyst (really that and perfumer were subsets of being a chemist, but, worth the callouts), there’s more but like, the list is long and random.

Last time I was in the airport a kid told me I was eating string cheese wrong. I told him that’s how string cheese is eaten on Mars. I recognize none of this make sense, it was 5 AM.

I’m gonna tag @han-pan, @karalija, @mylittlecornerofotome aaaand @jane-runs-fast! No obligation >>;;;

2017 Creator Tag

(tagged by @dear-mrs-otome and @wonky-glass-ornament)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created this year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below (say why if you want) to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works. <3

Six Wins and Draw This mostly gets to be here because it had a bunch of characters I had never written before! It was fun to write just a quick few paragraphs (if that) for them. I’d like to do something like this again, because it was much easier than trying to force something standalone for a group I’m not as comfortable with the characterization on.

Compliments I really like fluff. I like communication, and silliness, and sweetness. @juniperotome helped tremendously with this piece, but it really turned out to be one of my favs. I actually prefer this to Burn Down, which was fun and which I do like and was the other contender for this slot, but when I put them side by side, I like this one.

THE WAFFLE COTTAGE CHRONICLES (there’s more) This had been rattling in my head since 2016, but I didn’t post this until January 2017. This was my first headcanon shoving ALL OF THE LORDS into a single story. I recognize that it is very American-mindset-centric, but the sheer satisfaction of brain-dumping the beast was cathartic.I wrote 5000+ words in bullet point form in One Single Sitting and just, it was fun. I still think this is hilarious, even if it has issues.

Lick Your Wounds I still have lingering problems with this piece. And there’s a sort of dual fact thing going on - it could be so much better, but it is also the best that I have done, imo. Those are both facts to me. At this point, it’s a very frustrating piece to deal with XD but even when I am not entirely happy with it, I am very happy and very very touched by the response it has gotten, and so it gets a place. #makepuppyhappy

Scraps UGH THIS FIFTH SLOT. I mean. There’s no question this goes to a Kai group piece. I love writing the Kai group, it’s the most comfortable and it comes the most easily. I don’t like writing modern aus but they just sort of vomit out with these characters in a very love-hate way (I love that they have the opportunity to be happy without the specter of history looming, that’s about it – it’s complicated to explain).

IkeSen Tag

(tagged by @dear-mrs-otome)

Top 3 Warlords in order: Sasuke Nobunaga Kenshin

Favorite Moment in the game so far OH MAN. HMM. I am going to be unoriginal and echo Mrs O – Nobunaga being a matchmaking troll is A+, but I do also love KEnshin and Shingen’s letter to Nobunaga in the ES where MC starts with them but falls in love with Nobu and they are basically like, be nice to her and let her come visit or DEATH TO YOU

Who has the best hair Masamune (Shingen & Hideyoshi have the worst /sigh)

Which voice do you like the most? MRS O I SWEAR I AM NOT COPYING but Kenshin/Mitsuhide are flat tied. Whispery and low, swoooon

Who do you think you are most compatible with? None of ‘em. I enjoy watching their romance unfold with story MC, but as actual self, there are zero combos that would work out favorably for both parties based on what I’ve seen so far.

Which warlord appeals to your aesthetics? Sasuke. Dude. Sasuke.

Which warlord makes you the most frustrated? Hmmm! Tough to say. Maybe Kennyo? Only because it’s seems from what we’ve seen that he is very much going against himself for some reason, and it’s hurting him and that is silly. Don’t do that.

Who would you swear loyalty to, the Oda forces, the Uesugi-Takeda forces, or Third Party forces? NNNNNGH. Oda. If I HAD to. Only because there’s a stronger sense of long-term stability and history. But ideally, none of the above. I would be NEUTRAL TERRITORY opening up a little seamstress shop somewhere in the middle that also serves tea and everyone is welcome to come have snacks, tea and fittings but only if they don’t fight XD (or at least take it outside, and no one dies)

BONUS: Mrs O’s Q: If you had to tell one warlord what happened to them in your own original timeline, who would it be and why? Nobunaga. Because what happened to him can’t yet come to pass in his timeline, so it’s moot. He’s shown to accept knowledge with aplomb so I don’t think it would send him into an existential spiral. He could handle it.

My question for anyone who does this – Which lord would make the best roommate?

Music Tag

(tagged by @skullbygloy100 @dear-mrs-otome @wonky-glass-ornament)

I only have two ways of enjoying music – passively not even noticing what’s on in the background and actively listening to the same song for literal and actual hours on repeat

Passes by Helen Jane Long – I literally listen to this on repeat for hours. HOURS.

Blood // Water by grandson

Cows on the Hill by Jay Ungar

Nowhere to run by Boga

Todo Comienza En La Disco by Wisin ft. Yandel & Daddy Yankee

Dusk Till Dawn by Zayn ft. Sia – but basically, anything with Sia

Shark in the Water by VV Brown – this is my Yukkin song lolol

Waterbound by the Fretless ft. Ruth Moody

Wait for It by Leslie Odom Jr

Clair de Lune by Debussy – performed by literally anyone

ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO ANY OF THE THINGS just tag me <3 And those of you who tagged me - thank you thank you! This was fun

#about lee