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[doujinshi scanlation] Tobu yume wo shibaraku minai (plus an extra ;)

lilydescend — Fri, 21 Mar 2014 05:13:06 GMT

Hello there! :)

I forgot a bit about this community. ^^' Nice to see there is still someone here.
Actually I remembered .warriorlash because I have some 'warriorslash' for you. ;D
I've just finished scanlating this doujinshi:

Title: Tobu yume wo shibaraku minai
Artist/Circle: Yamada Sakurako/Micromacro & Izumi Yakumo/GD
Fandom: Sengoku Musou 2
Characters: Maeda Keiji, Saika Magoichi (plus Oda Nobunaga, Akechi Mitsuhide, Toyotomi Hideyoshi and others.)
Genre/Rating: yaoi, R18, drama, action

You'll find it at my community,
at Divine Squids, here.
(download link is at the end of the post, so feel free to skip my rant ^^')

I also did recently another piece, not very slashy this time, but maybe you'd be intersted. It's a Fuuuma Kotarou book with nothing interesting on the cover, but pics like this inside: ^^

Title: Monochrome
Artist/Circle: Jiyuroman/Tokeiya
Fandom: Sengoku Musou 2
Characters: Fuuma Kotarou, Hattori Hanzou
Genre/Rating: serious

Also at my comm.

[fic] In Search of a Smile (2/?)

salmonme — Mon, 13 Jan 2014 18:03:43 GMT

Series: Samurai Warriors Series (3 is permanently in my head now. But I always mix all the games together in my fics.)
Title: In Search of a Smile
Pairing(s): Sakon/Mitsunari
Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst
Rating: T for adult situations and conversations about sex
Warnings: Yaoi. UST. Blatant conversations about sex, and a rather casually phrased death threat.
Summary: A comment by Hideyoshi troubles Mitsunari, leading to a journey of self-discovery that Mitsunari may not be ready for.

This was started... um, awhile ago. ^_^' I finally finished part 2.

"Well, this is what you wanted. Pick a road, my lord."

[fics] Undead and Divided Hearts

salmonme — Sat, 04 Jan 2014 02:15:23 GMT

I think everyone jumped ship to dreamwidth, but I don't have an account over there, so here we go anyhow:

Series: Musou Orochi
Title: Undead
Pairing(s): Sakon/Mitsunari
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: T
Warnings: Partly historically accurate (but given the series, clearly not completely.) Yaoi/Slash. Sadly does not involve zombies.
Summary: Mitsunari struggles with his second chance at life after Orochi recreates the world.

His life had been over, what was he to do now that he was still living?

Series: Samurai Warriors
Title: Divided Hearts (1/?)
Pairing(s): Kanetsugu/Masamune eventually. Most likely hints of Sakon/Mitsunari and Yukimura/Kunoichi
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: G for this parts, but the series overall will be T-M
Warnings: Not historically accurate. Yaoi/Slash. A handful of original characters.
Summary: Ieyasu loses at Sekigahara, and Masamune Date plans to do what he can to ensure his clan's survival. It might be easier if the final decision wasn't up to one Kanetsugu Naoe.

The clan's survival is more important than anything else. You got that? Don't be a fool.

[Selling] 3 DOUJINSHI

iheartken_chan — Fri, 03 May 2013 15:15:37 GMT

I'm currently selling three doujinshsi, which are in pristine condition! Shipping is included in the price if you're within the USA. International shipping is $10 per book. I accept Paypal as payment. Feel free to ask any questions. Thank you! ; v ; <3

SERIOUS BUYERS ONLY PLEASE!!

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♥ School Liner by Flowerman (Sima Zhao/Zhuge Dan; A5/68 Pages; R18) $30 Shipped within the USA
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♥ 御祝 by Flowerman (Sakon Shima/Zhuge Dan; A5/72 Pages; R18) $30 Shipped within the USA
Samples: http://doujinshi.mugimugi.org/book/514211/

♥ 月華 By ASH (Lu Bu/Zhang Liao; B5/36 Pages; R18) $25 Shipped within the USA
SAMPLES: http://doujinshi.mugimugi.org/book/464262/

Question!

lovely_seraph — Tue, 23 Apr 2013 00:56:15 GMT

Can anyone link me to Mitsunari/Kanetsugu fic or comics?

It would be much appreciated!

(fic) Another Piece of the Puzzle

salmonme — Mon, 01 Apr 2013 05:16:36 GMT

Series: Samurai Warriors 3
Title: Another Piece of the Puzzle
Pairing(s): Kanetsugu/Masamune if you squint
Genre: General/Angst
Rating: G
Warnings: Some discussion of religion. Also, very, very short.
Summary: Kanetsugu finds a cross among Masamune's things, but their discussion on the object leaves him with more questions than answers.

Another Piece of the Puzzle

Intro and Fic Series

shinigami_yumi — Sun, 18 Nov 2012 00:51:07 GMT

In a moment of revelation regarding how incredibly I underutilize LiveJournal, I have just today discovered that this community exists. Please don't brick me. *hides* Anyway...

Name/Nickname/What We Should (Or Shouldn't) Call You: Either Yumi or Erlilia is fine.
Allegiance(s): Wei because history isn't on their side and Oda because they are epic, so that makes me epic? 8D
Favourite Character(s): Ishida Mitsunari, Cáo Pī, Nouhime, Aya Gozen, Takenaka Hanbei
Favourite Pairing(s:) Cáo Pī/Mitsunari
Favourite Game(s): Warriors Orochi (all 3)
Whatever Else You'd Like To Add That You Think We Should Know: I write fanfiction, mostly, but I sometimes tinker with Photoshop. I log into LJ about 4 times a year or so on average, so if I am completely inactive, it is probably because I am simply not here.

You might have seen this by now, but if you haven't, I recently wrote four fics (all mainly Cáo Pī/Mitsunari), and since they're all in the same universe/continuity, I guess you could consider them a series. The link goes to the series page on AO3 where the details of the individual fics are.

Series Title: Across Time and Space
Pairings: Primarily Cáo Pī/Mitsunari with past Mitsunari/Kiyomasa and implied Mitsunari/Yoshitsugu. Cáo Pī and Mitsunari's wives also feature for historical accuracy.
Musou Characters: Cáo Pī, Ishida Mitsunari, Zhēn Jī, Shima Sakon, Otani Yoshitsugu, Kato Kiyomasa, Konishi Yukinaga
Rating: Three are NC-17, one is PG
Description: A behind the scenes look at the Warriors Orochi series focusing on the evolving relationship between Cáo Pī and Mitsunari. Written from Cáo Pī's perspective, Head Over Feet tells of them falling in love during Warriors Orochi 1. Also from Cáo Pī's perspective, A Few Close Shaves and Never, Never add some extra insight to their relationship. Finally, These Dreams I Dreamed is the story of what happens after they return to their own time as told by Mitsunari during the upheaval of Sekigahara as he reads Cáo Pī's memoirs.

To the best of my ability, I try to be as faithful to history and game canon as possible. I like to think I succeeded at both despite the differences, but I'll let you be the judge on that. I sincerely hope you enjoy the stories. ♥

Fic: Flow Unbroken

oudeteron — Thu, 15 Nov 2012 23:20:13 GMT

A bit of Nemesis goodness for you all~

Title: Flow Unbroken
Theme Set: Epsilon at 1sentence
Characters: Takeda Shingen/Uesugi Kenshin; mentions of Naoe Kanetsugu
Summary: Being but fifty passing moments of one rivalry without hostility.
Rating: Slightly NSFW for amazingly vague references to war, drinking, and sexual-ish subtext?
Notes: Shingen and Kenshin, the best historical alliance that never was. I'm drawing upon an alternate-history take on the two of them as told in their respective stories in Samurai Warriors 2 where they eventually join forces, as we all know and love. (Well, fine, I love that bit. XD) The sentences themselves are all loosely connected but not arranged in any set chronological order. Feedback is loved and put on a pedestal where I can drink imaginary sake to it.
Thanks to cherrytruck and shinigami_yumi for testing out whether this whole thing even worked outside my own head.
Disclaimer: Samurai Warriors belongs to Koei.

»01 / Motion
Kenshin is capable of sitting still, biding his time; it's what separates him from his young apprentice who is visibly itching to best the man Kenshin has begun to refer to only as his Nemesis.

»02 / Cool
The air over the battlefield is chill at night, but not enough to stop Kenshin from hovering just outside the encampments—from there, he can gaze across the river, and he chooses to do so more than once that night, trying in vain to gauge how Shingen makes it through these dawdling hours.

»03 / Young
“Don't worry, kid, you'll get there!” is likely the last item on the list of things most would ever dare to shout Kenshin's way, but Shingen dives right in and even earns a smile for his candour.

»04 / Last
The fourth battle at Kawanakajima should be their decisive one, but—for all the mighty talk of settling the score coming from both sides—neither can imagine a rivalry such as theirs could be concluded so easily.

»05 / Wrong
As Shingen sits subdued on the ground, hands bound behind his back, he awaits the blade's hot touch on his neck peacefully enough, but all that comes is the snap of a rope that sets him free.

»06 / Gentle
They hurl challenges at each other whenever their paths cross, and every time, it is Shingen whose comments are merely teasing, even as Kenshin's voice rises in vehemence.

»07 / One
“Now I want us to fight together,” says Kenshin after that last bout, before they join hands on a cup of wine.

»08 / Thousand
Kenshin can only conclude that Shingen is too humble in his taunts towards Nobunaga, because to surpass his Nemesis, an enemy would require not one, but at least ten centuries of preparation.

»09 / King
“Even as allies, they compete to see whose abilities are greater,” Kanetsugu remarks during their joint campaign, and neither Kenshin nor Shingen manage to come up with a single thing that could cast doubt on the obvious.

»10 / Learn
They purportedly meet to develop in strategy, as if the art of studying each other in itself held no appeal at all.

»11 / Blur
The warrior is a whirlwind no one can seem to halt, racing across the downtrodden grass straight to Shingen's main camp and straight for him.

»12 / Wait
Kenshin wants Shingen, wants past the generals, past the pointless swirl of featureless soldiers who can only dream of sweeping him aside with their puny force, and so he regrets nothing when he charges forward alone.

»13 / Change
They think they know, but whenever they meet face to face, something previously unnoticed between them stirs the atmosphere.

»14 / Command
Even after the truce, Kenshin makes a point of keeping himself aloof—“I am not yours to command, Nemesis”—but those protestations last only about as long as it takes for his resolve to melt into comfort before his former arch rival, and after that, it's all unspoken.

»15 / Hold
Kenshin brings his sword down on Shingen's war fan, but the latter endures while Shingen's eyes remain fixed on this indomitable, obsessive fool.

»16 / Need
Shingen is generous with the thanks whenever Kenshin is there to help out after their union; Kenshin isn't sure if the other needs him that much, or if it's just his old age that has made him dangerously frank with friend and foe alike.

»17 / Vision
Shingen had once considered Kenshin but a naive man with no real ambition, too absorbed in his inner world and in the rush of the battlefield, but times have changed indeed.

»18 / Attention
Exchanging enmity for something warmer is no excuse to trade alertness for something duller.

»19 / Soul
For warlords, they devote a great amount of energy to the spiritual—perhaps that is another good reason for never speaking of the other with outright disrespect.

»20 / Picture
Surveying the enemy is necessary; examining the commander's movements as if the precise way he lifts his hand or tilts his head could decide the outcome of the battle, not so much.

»21 / Fool
It is only through cooperation that they can prove how much of a fool Nobunaga is, thinking he can take down both Tiger and Dragon just like that.

»22 / Mad
His men do what he says, but sometimes—and they'd better not insult him by assuming he fails to notice—it is as if they found Kenshin's ideas too daring, as if only their honour dictated that they follow their lord regardless.

»23 / Child
Once, they were young; never had they been children.

»24 / Now
All the time in the world is theirs before daybreak, and there is no reason to use it any less passionately than they would enjoy any other friendly skirmish.

»25 / Shadow
As they should, they try to leave a mark, if only by letting indelible shadows fall across the land, the years.

»26 / Goodbye
It is always too early to part with a Nemesis well loved, which makes Kenshin follow his new ally's movements closely despite himself, watching out for any and all persons of base principles.

»27 / Hide
Shingen orders a castle built in the contested spot—not for concealment, he rationalizes, but to use the element of surprise to his advantage just when Kenshin begins to get smug.

»28 / Fortune
The heavens smile upon them, that much is clear; once the dust settles over this last campaign a land of peace will be nearer than ever, forged by two long-time rivals who have only ever had too much in common.

»29 / Safe
They stand side by side when needed, revelling without saying as much in the certainty of continuation.

»30 / Ghost
On quiet mornings, when the dew has barely left the stalks beneath his feet, it is all Kenshin can do to convince himself the whisper on his robes is just the autumn breeze.

»31 / Book
Though tactics must be adaptable to succeed and following one strict guide could easily prove fatal, Shingen still finds it impossible to imagine either his army or his thoughts without the wisdom of The Art of War.

»32 / Eye
The look Kenshin gives him across the blade's edge is enough to drain the blood from Shingen's face; luckily, there is no way Kenshin can take note of his most unbecoming consternation before he is drawn back into the fray.

»33 / Never
Some things are not meant to be replaced, let alone some rivals.

»34 / Sing
Though he knows the harmony of war with all its utilitarian cadences, a softer music assumes a temporary reign whenever Kenshin makes a change of instrument for the evening, whenever he swaps sword for harmless strings.

»35 / Sudden
Everyone feels their amicable settlement is unexpected, except for the young yet eerily perceptive Kanetsugu.

»36 / Stop
Ending one feud starts everything else anew.

»37 / Time
“When you're old and decrepit like me,” Shingen declares with a laugh, and Kenshin swallows the reply that if anything, the passage of time has refined Shingen to a startling degree rather than having worn him down.

»38 / Wash
Warfare and wine is all Kenshin needs: he washes down the battle with one long, luxurious sip, and keeps his head clear enough to offer a toast to his Nemesis as well, just after paying his customary tribute to Bishamonten.

»39 / Torn
There is nothing missing in Kenshin's army, starting with provisions and ending with capable students, and yet his loyalty to all these cannot prevent him from seeking Shingen out too many times, appreciation cloaked in the guise of battle.

»40 / History
History will remember them much too separate.

»41 / Power
The soldiers crash on the field in waves; the commanders could never be mistaken for a reed in the tide.

»42 / Bother
Theirs is a repetitive, difficult strife—but they would sternly reprimand any valued general who would have displayed such audacity as to brand it a tiresome one.

»43 / God
Kenshin is mortal but he makes it a trifle, a forgettable detail.

»44 / Wall
The encampments are intended to keep the enemy out—so why is it so tempting to imagine, even for a moment, Nemesis striding right in past the flimsy walls?

»45 / Naked
“Do you never expose your face, even to friends?” Kenshin asks on the third evening after their truce, and Shingen lets out a chuckle as his hands dart to his headpiece all too knowingly.

»46 / Drive
Shingen drinks in moderation, not sharing the other man's penchant for imbibing as much as humanly possible while still maintaining a dignified front—but it is impressive how seriously Kenshin takes even his drinking as he lifts the cup, all his actions driven by the same fervour.

»47 / Harm
Some advisors insist they should fight to kill; instead, they fight to impress.

»48 / Precious
When Kenshin says that—“I treasure each of our battles together dearly”—there is not a smidgen of politeness in his tone, and it is that which makes the confession ring all the truer.

»49 / Hunger
They wage their war with weapons, tactics, with resolve and with feeling—not with rations.

»50 / Believe
“Come, Nemesis” is all that needs to be said before the showdown; the rest shall all follow, one step at a time.

[Selling] DOUJINSHI

iheartken_chan — Sun, 11 Nov 2012 19:16:00 GMT

I'm currently selling one doujinshi, which are in pristine condition! I'm selling it for $25. Shipping is included in the within the USA. International shipping is $9. I accept Paypal as payment. Feel free to ask any questions. Thank you! ; v ; <3

SERIOUS BUYERS ONLY PLEASE!!

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月華 By ASH (Lu Bu/Zhang Liao; B5/36 Pages; R18) $25 Shipped within the USA
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DW5: Empires wallpapers

rydain — Thu, 11 Oct 2012 22:02:21 GMT

I screencapped all the character CG wallpaper from the Xbox 360 version of the game. These are rare poses that don't seem to exist elsewhere, or are only available in inconvenient form, such as spanning two pages in the DW5 data book. The raw caps are 1920x1080 PNG, 2-3 megabytes each.

Image gallery. Switch to thumbnail mode for easiest viewing.

You can also download the wallpapers as ZIP archives.

Other (49 MB)
Shu (75 MB)
Wei (77 MB)
Wu (82 MB)

Fic: Beyond the Fog

oudeteron — Mon, 01 Oct 2012 21:07:20 GMT

Hey there! Once upon a time, I made some DW-related posts to this comm. Now I have added SW to my interests in this fandom and bring more fic.

Title: Beyond the Fog
Characters: Ishida Mitsunari/Shima Sakon; various other cameos
Rating: Slightly NSFW, no specific warnings
Word Count: ~2,600
Summary: Having won the land, Mitsunari and Sakon make themselves at home in Ieyasu's fallen stronghold.
Context Notes: A very belated birthday present to cherrytruck. ♥ Alternate history is go! The fic is based almost exclusively on SW2 canon: Yukimura's Dream (because it includes both the victory at Sekigahara and Sakon's gun accident) and Mitsunari's Dream (contains the siege of Edo and his unique fan). Well, I had to add Sakon to the latter level here. I never let him die at Sekigahara in the game (once it happened and I got so furious I replayed the level immediately TO MAKE IT GO RIGHT, and I assume he survives in such a case and Koei was just being careful about putting him in a later level in case the player doesn't salvage him). Seriously, my favourite part of SW2 is messing with that part of history and making these guys win instead. XD Any feedback would be great!
Disclaimer: The Samurai Warriors series belongs to Koei.

“So, what do you plan to do now you've won it all? Not give yourself up to pleasure and lose all sense of direction, I hope.”

“Coming from the man I had to bribe into abandoning just that kind of lifestyle”—Mitsunari smirked, aligning himself more closely with the other man, catching his breath—“that is quite the bold statement to make, Sakon.”

“Was that just bribery to you? I'd consider it an arrangement that has resulted in benefit on both sides. A sound strategical decision.”

“Mmm.” Being so close to Sakon was enjoyable, but also utilitarian—snow had blanketed the castle, in places still tarnished with the debris of battle: broken arrows, gunpowder, blood. Of this last element there had been entirely too much until now, as they'd fought to ram home the victory that, by all estimates, should never have been theirs to take.

Mitsunari closed his eyes, still seeing the treacherous faces that had come to the forefront during the past years whenever he wasn't expressly focused on something in the corporeal world. And yet, the darkness let him feel out his own vital signs in a way visual stimuli only detracted from. Then he concentrated on the wind howling muffled around the castle, his own heartbeat, and lastly on the expanse of patched-up skin of Sakon's torso. Mitsunari ran his hand over it, blindly yet carefully.

“My lord, you're dreaming again.”

“Shut up,” Mitsunari countered benevolently, snuggling up closer, not opening his eyes as he pressed the side of his face to Sakon's cheek. He wasn't wearing his headpiece now, of course; the fact that Sakon's hair was still tied back in his customary style made Mitsunari feel more exposed by comparison than he would necessarily have liked. He ran his hands up Sakon's back, up to his hair to loosen it, threading through the strands as soon as they fell free.

Sakon sighed, leaning into the touch. “Charming as always. And there I thought you'd be celebrating tonight.”

“Aren't I?” Mitsunari's tone was just a touch dangerous in that way only his friends had really learned to decode.

Mitsunari pulled away, looking properly now. “This is a celebration by my standards. I apologize for the lack of drink and music girls.”

He rather suspected that Sakon shared his tastes this time, only wouldn't give him the gratification of making that conjecture fact. Like it or not, the man was still recuperating, and when Kanetsugu and Yukimura had both declared they would spend the night feasting on any provisions available—Kanetsugu making a teary-eyed mention of Lord Kenshin and how much he would have enjoyed the wine, Yukimura promptly joining in with lofty salutations to Lord Shingen—Mitsunari gave each of them a genuinely-felt embrace and pleaded tiredness. It hadn't been a lie, not quite. He hadn't specified whose tiredness it was that needed attending to.

As soon as he had excused himself, he'd found Sakon sitting on a flat tree stump with the persistent snow covering dusted off, looking every bit as exhausted as Mitsunari had claimed to be himself.

“Sorry,” Sakon had said without preamble. “Fighting's not quite the same after you take a bullet to the gut.”

So they were celebrating on what amounted to a sick bed, adamant though Sakon was about calling it anything but. He'd helped Mitsunari undress with a kind of reverence that he only permitted himself to show when he thought Mitsunari would not notice once they had made it to a private chamber in Edo castle's main keep, and refused when Mitsunari made to do the same for him. Some kisses and a benign struggle later, they were finally holed up under some hastily-found covers on the fancy tatami. Compared to their earlier sojourns in the much less ornate rooms of Sawayama castle, this was undeniable luxury, even though they had no idea where anything was and couldn't be bothered to find out before dawn.

With a covert smile, Mitsunari pondered the idea of luxury not being limited just to decoration.

Sakon thought similarly, it seemed. “So what now? Are you going to give me this castle?”

“You mean you've changed your mind about rewards? Oh, just give it to someone else,” Mitsunari intoned, as Sakon gave a chuckle, “like something as unimaginative as a castle was all I planned to give you when I said that. I'm glad you were misunderstanding—well. You better have been.”

“Oh, Mitsunari, I'm sure the whole land is dying for your kisses. They taste like acid and overdone ambition.”

“Sakon!” Mitsunari restrained himself from jabbing the smug bastard in the ribs, suddenly hating long-forgotten Kuroda for depriving him of that satisfaction for all these bickerings to come when he fired those rifles Sakon's way and left him with a chronic ailment. But what was done was done, and so he settled for a well-placed smack on the head. It wasn't like he was endangering anything in there.

“Hey, hey.” Sakon caught his hand, pulling it to the side. “My apologies.”

“You're lucky I think you're worth more in one piece.” Mitsunari remembered the day Lord Hideyoshi had used a similar rhetoric of benevolence—affected or genuine, it was ever hard to tell with him—to accept a surrender that would benefit them in the long run. That was strategy, but Mitsunari could hardly dismiss his continued affection for Sakon as just that. Hideyoshi hadn't been such a fool. “You know the saying, after all,” he continued, stroking Sakon's hair, “about the two things greater than Mitsunari himself. The castle I could do without, but you, Sakon—”

“Actually,” Sakon trailed his hands up and down Mitsunari's spine, “the real saying concerns the two things Mitsunari doesn't deserve.”

Mitsunari's hand stilled. “You never quit playing around, do you.”

“On my honour,” Sakon declared, sounding like a poorly-executed parody of Kanetsugu but no less earnest than the real deal, “it's just that I never corrected your misapprehension when we were still struggling for power. You know where your head would have gone if I'd told you then. But now we've come out on top, it's time for you to learn the truth. My lord,” he added hastily, though failed to conceal the smugness in his voice.

Mitsunari fixed him with a stare that could have dispelled what little warmth they had in the room altogether, wondering where on earth Sakon had learned to turn his voice subtly derisive just so. Not to mention why he hadn't set a bomb on his blasted face yet. There was only so much patience a man with a temper could exercise. “And you tell me this now so I know I've won a land that laughs the moment our backs are turned?”

“Well, my lord”—Sakon smiled this time, pressing the palms of his hands against Mitsunari's shoulder blades as if anything so understated could soothe that burning passion—“it seems you'll have your work cut out for you. Prove to them we're both where we belong.”

“That may be difficult,” Mitsunari replied without missing a beat, climbing on top of Sakon as he spoke. “How do I prove someone as headstrong and arrogant as you belongs under anyone else?”

“Why, someone so headstrong and arrogant could only belong under someone who blows his own rudeness and arrogance out of the water.”

“You enjoy pushing your luck, strategist.”

“It's what got you this far, my lord.” They both laughed. Further exertion was not worth it for now, but Mitsunari would be damned if he didn't make the best of whatever he still had the energy for after this endless day. So much he'd brought about by sheer force of will. He closed his eyes and actually managed to relax this time as Sakon returned a kiss, the verbal ripostes momentarily forgotten. There were more indulgent ways to settle a score.

And it would have been worth it, after all. No one else would have been so uncompromising about having Sakon saved after he had been shot half-dead at Sekigahara. No stranger to going to extreme lengths, Mitsunari had begun his reign straight away; having won that decisive battle, there were no doctors he couldn't talk, intimidate, or bribe into devoting the care they would otherwise have not bothered to give to his indispensable strategist.

He propped himself up on his elbows so as not rest his whole weight on the other man, letting their lower bodies align in a smooth slide of skin and cloth. Another kiss and both were panting a little, though it was nothing compared to being winded from running outside in command of an army. Mitsunari looked up just at the right angle to appreciate his last spoil of war: beside Sakon's head, with stray wisps of hair softening its edges, lay a gilded fan so beautifully crafted that he had wasted no time jumping into the heat of battle for it, just to be able to carry it out of the castle in victory. He reached out and ran his fingers along its contours; this object was truly marvellous.

Sakon's hushed voice drifted into his ears. “Careful.”

“Think it's too good for me?” Mitsunari returned wryly, snapping the fan open just next to Sakon's head; the fine metal made a sound as it singing. Sakon's eyes met his over the cool edges that were perfection, before Mitsunari laid the weapon down beside Sakon's head on the mat. He surveyed both, his eyes sliding half-shut, smiling a little again despite himself.

Willpower and reward. He had salvaged his luxuries, where no one else would have been so stubborn.

Sakon's stare on him was tangible as the man replied, altogether too calmly, “No. I was just worried for a moment I have outlived my usefulness.”

“Idiot,” was all Mitsunari could spare, more hissing than saying the word as he braced himself above Sakon more securely, hands and knees planted firmly on either side. He was encouraged when Sakon took the cue to begin caressing him, up and down, and soon Mitsunari was lowering his posture further, using his elbows for support as his hands slid into Sakon's hair, under his head to lift it slightly into another kiss. A little longer and he'd be drunk on that. He started rocking back and forth, unable to keep himself from resting more and more of his weight on Sakon's body directly, and he wondered how much of his dignity it would cost in light of their previous bickering if he asked Sakon to just flip them over. To compromise—for once—he shifted on to his side next to Sakon, pulling the other man over to face him. The haphazard covers they had heaped on themselves before were beyond hopelessly dislodged by the time their legs tangled together instead.

The heat they were generating themselves was enough to be glad for. Mitsunari took up the fan again and folded it, then pushed it farther away from their spot on the floor. He almost didn't snort when Sakon looked up and asked in a conversational tone, “Precautions?”

“You'd smudge it up,” Mitsunari quipped without explaining how.

“With my hair? Come on, it's not that awful yet.”

“What about that smell of gunpowder, grease and gore?” And now of Mitsunari's fingers as well, retaining, under all the grime, the barest hint of a whiff of tea.

“At least it's poetic.”

Mitsunari ignored the comment in favour of Sakon's neck. He kissed it, followed by a light bite, all the while balancing himself precariously on one side, though he was sure that sooner or later, Sakon would tell him off for being so fussy. He gave up briefly to use one had to smooth the much-criticized hair back from Sakon's face and focus his gaze there.

He'd never asked about that scar before, and wasn't going to now. Instead of a finger, he traced it with his lips. Between him and the floor, he could discern slight tremors.

“We all need our secrets, I suppose,” Mitsunari said then, as though extracting a conclusion.

Sakon shook his head. “Aw, there's nothing much to tell.”

Mitsunari's fingers dug into his side slightly as he spoke, “I shall trust you to be the judge of that.” Hey, he'd never claimed he wasn't possessive. The only reason Sakon's habit of flirting around failed to bother him was the fact that Sakon turned into a babbling fool who could hardly hold any of his unfortunate victims' attention for five minutes whenever he launched one of his ludicrous pick-up lines. So Mitsunari let him indulge without reproach, secure in the knowledge that Sakon's ability to pick up women was far inferior to his ability to fascinate him.

What that said about himself, Mitsunari scarcely wanted to ponder. This same man was a strategist he'd been willing to give up half his stipend for. Not to mention he was one of the few people in whose company Mitsunari delighted. (He wasn't going to say delighted the most, because the number of those he felt any delight with could be counted on the fingers of one hand, in itself enough of a distinction.) Whether Sakon was even truly trying when it came to his ostentatious but almost uniformly fruitless flirting was a question well on its way towards puzzling Mitsunari for the rest of his life.

They kissed again, gliding together slowly. Sakon was the one to speak up next in a hushed voice, “Well, look at you. Turning me away from a life of indulgence to a life of early rest and tea. My lord, sometimes you make me wonder.”

Mitsunari chuckled, felt rather than heard his own voice crack with pleasure. “We can have a tea ceremony in the morning.”

“That's what you call a—”

“You have a problem with my idea of a good time?” Mitsunari supported that with a long shove of his hips against Sakon's, riding the ambiguity. He'd never say out loud how amazing it felt to be able to do that without an immediate danger looming over them; maybe it didn't need to be pointed out at all, anyway. He was closer to finishing than Sakon, that he could tell, but there was no way he'd hold back from anything—not tonight, not anymore. Lifting himself on one elbow to relieve his weight a little, he kept grinding, pressing closer until even his face was nuzzled into Sakon's neck. At least no one else was ever seeing him like that.

He came gasping, and before he knew it he was taking advantage of his position to kiss everywhere he could reach without moving, not to mention lending his free hand to Sakon, as it were. Mitsunari slipped to the side, keeping only one of his legs draped over Sakon's thighs; it may have been uncomfortable to remain twisted in such a way, but now he wouldn't abandon that post for the world. Good thing Sakon's body language was so straightforward. He listened to the way Sakon's breath grew ragged as his own hand picked up its pace and, for a while, that was enough.

This was enough.

Lying together moments later, both lulled into a state of exhausted insomnia that should not have been as comfortable as it was, Mitsunari allowed himself a remark that didn't cross his lips often.

“Sakon?”

“My lord.”

“I owe you my thanks.”

And the land around them slept.

Just a Dance

rydain — Thu, 20 Sep 2012 02:57:04 GMT

Title: Just a Dance
Characters: Cai Wenji x Cao Ren
Rating: Everyone
Notes: Now in color!

Also posted to deviantArt. Click for full size.

Who Wants a Bite?

rydain — Sun, 26 Aug 2012 14:49:26 GMT

Title: Who Wants a Bite?
Characters: Cao Ren
Rating: Booty shorts
Notes: Hot buns for all!

Also posted to deviantArt. Click for full size.

Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan's Alphabet of Manliness

rydain — Thu, 09 Aug 2012 01:36:43 GMT

Title: Cao Ren and Xiahou Yuan's Alphabet of Manliness
Rating: General/everyone, with minor text innuendo
Notes: Ren and Yuan's heads came from my DW4 Hyper image rips.

A-Z gallery @ deviantArt

A Victory For Strategy

rydain — Tue, 24 Jul 2012 22:22:09 GMT

Title: A Victory For Strategy
Characters: Cao Ren x Lu Meng (implied)
Rating: Loincloth
Notes: Strip weiqi - the game where everyone's a winner, audience included.

Also posted to deviantArt. Click for full size. Photo references linked in the submission.

Just a Dance

rydain — Thu, 14 Jun 2012 19:13:58 GMT

Title: Just a Dance
Characters: Cai Wenji x Cao Ren
Rating: Everyone
Notes: Because these two totally need to bond over their contemplative, calm demeanor about the sorrows of war. KOEI might not give me jack to go on, but I'm well used to that by now.

Also posted to deviantArt. Click for full size. Photo reference linked in the submission.

Doujinshi for sale!

shiome — Fri, 04 May 2012 15:37:55 GMT

Hi guys :) Just posting to let you know that I have a few SW doujinshi for sale!
(Pairings include Mitsu/Yuki, some Sako/Mitsu, and Everyone/Yukimura ._.)

sample:

Sale post over here :D (scroll a bit, other fandoms are included)
Thanks for looking!

Shoot That Poison Arrow

rydain — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 15:35:06 GMT

Title: Shoot That Poison Arrow
Characters: Lu Meng and Xiahou Yuan
Rating: Everyone
Notes: Thanks to DW7 fairy tale costume DLC, these two now have a friendly headcanon rivalry over the merits of arrows vs. bullets. Meng might be double barreled, but Yuan doesn't need a few long fumbling minutes to reload. Be very, very quiet. We're hunting tanuki. Huh huh huh huh huh.

Also posted to deviantArt. Click for full size.

fic; before the void; zhou yu/sun ce

kitkii — Sat, 28 Apr 2012 19:17:32 GMT

Hi all! Long time no see - sorry about that! I come bearing a gift (albiet a sad one):

Before the Void
Zhou Yu/Sun Ce; pg-13
Sun Quan reminisces about the two people he looked up to in his youth, and how they taught him the importance of love.
note: based off of Chen Mou's The Ravages of Time manhua. So slight au to the novel and the games, but it should still be readable.
warnings: character death.

( They say that Sun Ce could see ghosts better than anyone else because he challenged death at every turn. )

A Bunch of Dynasty Warriors Practice Sketches...

pic_murasaki — Sun, 08 Apr 2012 00:29:39 GMT

So my Dynasty Warriors knowledge has leveled up big time and I found myself struggling to draw some pairs I began to love in the game.<3

My drawing inspiration had been going on and off, so everything is so sketchy. Literally.=X (Expect unfinished pencil/ballpen arts)

What to expect under the cut...
Cao Pi and Zhao Yun (even before playing DW, they're my OTP)
Sima Zhao and Liu Shan
Guo Huai and Xiahou Ba
Xiahou Dun and Cao Cao
Guo Jia and Cao Cao

Cao Pi and Zhao Yun chibis in their DLC School costumes.

Present parallel. ballpen sketch of a supposed to be comic I'm trying to fix.
Artist!CaoPi anyone?8D<3<3<3

Sima Zhao and Liu Shan.

Present Parallel. Guo Huai and Xiahou Ba.
(Mostly are present stuff since I still don't have much time to sit down
and actually draw their default outfits...)

Unfinished sketch of Xiahou Dun and Cao Cao being gay.>.>;;
Xiahou Dun wears his default outfit and Cao Cao wears his school DLC.

Aaand more of Dundun and and Mengde.xD

My Cao Cao with ear piercings. And a sketch of Guo Jia and eyepatch-less Dun.

The cousin notices the piercings.xD

Thanks for Looking!<3

Currently playing Warriors Orochi 3 with my sibs.8D<3<3<3
Still not happy that they don't use style names.D| *prefers the JP voices*

Random note ~~Musou is full of threesomes, I can't help but think of DP.xD I'm so evil, I know. Let's start with the sworn brothers...~~*cough* I need to draw pRon again.

mytyl — Thu, 29 Mar 2012 17:07:57 GMT

Dynasty Warriors 7 (&XL) ✦ 80
Guo Jia * 20
Xiao Qiao * 13
Da Qiao * 16
Lu Xun * 7
Zhuge Laing * 7
Zhou Yu * 9
Jiang Wei * 8

Misc. Manga ✦ 20
Are you Alice? * 9
Mujihi na Otoko * 5
Gate 7 * 2
End of Eternity: Secret Hours * 4

TOTAL ✸ 100
& 2 coloured manga images
& 10 plurk icons

( I AM A TRUE WARRIOR OF THE THREE KINGDOMS )

fake cut goes to dreamwidth! xposted @ koei icons

Calm Before the Storm

rydain — Thu, 23 Feb 2012 10:35:26 GMT

Title: Calm Before the Storm
Character: Lu Meng
Rating: Shirtless
Notes: This is what happens when I find an entire gallery of muscle photography free for noncommercial use.

Also posted to deviantArt. Click for full size. Photo reference linked in the submission.

Mod Post!

warriormod — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 12:47:13 GMT

A quick note to say our new banner is up! Congrats again to lavelventine for doing such a lovely job with it. ♥

I also want to add that I've realised I can't look after this community on my own; thanks to various RL related things there are times where I simply can't be doing what I should for it. So I will soon be recruiting for a new mod. Let me know here if you'd at all like to sign up in the future; I am not choosing anyone quite yet, but I'd like to gauge interest. Thank you. ^^

You're the Only Armor I Need

rydain — Thu, 09 Feb 2012 06:00:26 GMT

Title: You're the Only Armor I Need
Character: Cao Ren
Rating: Metal underwear
Notes: Cheesecake for Valentine's Day, inspired by a fantastic photo that demanded to be drawn.

Also posted to deviantArt. Click for full size.

Timeless [fic]

lavelventine — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 04:24:20 GMT

Title: Timeless
Character: Ling Tong, Gan Ning (mentioned)
Rating: Safe for the whole family
Summary: Alone on New Year's Eve, Ling Tong thinks back on his relationship with Gan Ning.
Word count: 1001

Timeless

Eleven-fifteen.

It was New Year’s Eve. Auld Lang Syne tinkled out from the old TV set, while outside, the streets were empty, holding only dead leaves and streetlights.

He watched as the screen panned to show the crowds massed in Times Square. Eyes fixed to the flowing river of people, he readjusted his plush bathrobe and sank into his armchair, one hand wrapped around a glass of brandy.

Ling Tong knew that he should have been partying or paying visits, eating out in an expensive restaurant, or knocking back drinks at swanky bars. Anything but staying home alone, watching TV. But he just didn’t feel like going out. It just wasn’t anything fun or exciting to him anymore- just necessary chores to run, like taking out the trash. Whirling about the city lights and kicking it up with crowds of people had lost its appeal to him, ever since Gan Ning had gone.

Gan Ning had died eleven years ago. Next year, he would have been dead for exactly as long as they had been together- Ling Tong found that a depressing thought and quickly banished it. He didn’t want it to be so long.

Yet it had been that long anyways, and time had passed without his consent. He was getting older. He had missed his colorist’s appointment last week, and as a result some of his hairs were growing in silver, while on his face, fine, thin wrinkles had begun their tireless crawl. Yet he was, or at least he was told, that he was still beautiful, although the euphemistic ‘handsome’ had began to sneak in with increasing frequency. Still, he hoped dearly that he was, what was that word? Timeless. An article in some magazine had recently called him that- timeless. Timeless. He liked the feel of the word- smooth and glimmering, reassuring. And he wanted to be timeless- to not let the years pass so docilely, so that he wouldn’t have been alone for so long. If he could just know that it hadn’t been so much time since Gan Ning had gone, he would feel less lonely- wasn’t it better to have lost Gan Ning for only a month instead of a decade?

Admittedly, the initial period of the loss had been the worst. He shivered upon thinking back, remembering the pain, the constant feeling of being gutted over and over again, the coarse grains of grief collecting inside his abdomen like so many stones. Coming home to an empty house, the kettle silent and the radio off, opening the door and knowing full well that there’d never be Gan Ning there ever again, sliding into bed –their bed- because the memory was less painful than trying to forget on a new bed- no. No. No more. He tore his mind away. Back then, the loss, the pain, was unbearable, and even from the comfort of hindsight, he could feel the memory of it creeping onto him again. But he had learned to live with it, to tolerate it, until he was more of a heavy ache than a wrenching hand. He had gotten used to it by now- time at least, had let him heal slowly.

And now… Eleven years. That was more than a decade. It still hurt, but now he let it, embracing the loss so that it fell softly on him instead of crashing over him like the waves of high tide.

Eleven-thirty.

The math was subconscious. Twelve years with Gan Ning, eleven years without. The latter category was catching up fast.

You really need to get out, they had told him, years ago. You’re only in your thirties- that’s considered still young. Gan Ning’s gone- go find someone new. Are you just going to let time pass until you’re an old spinster?

No. He didn’t want time to pass. He wanted it to freeze, so that he wouldn’t lose so much.

Eleven-forty. Ling Tong got up again to retrieve a bottle of champagne from the fridge and set it on his coffee table. Then, he returned to the kitchen and with great delicacy, took down a wooden box and opened it. Nestled in their velvet mold were two fine champagne flutes, long and thin and glistening in the light.

Their tenth anniversary set. His lips slowly lifted in a smile as he remembered Gan Ning filling them back then. In the dim candlelight, the glass flutes had seemed to be all shine, all magic- just like the man pouring them full of champagne. They had held hands as they waited for clock to point to eight thirty-six (the time when Gan Ning had proposed), but had missed it when a hybrid arm-wrestling tickle match was more fun than staring at the clock.

Now Ling Tong lifted the flutes out of the box tenderly and carried them over to where he had been sitting and musing in front of the TV. He could still remember how they looked to be made of starlight. But now they just seemed like glass.

Eleven-forty five.

Ling Tong sat back down, making himself comfortable as he finished off his brandy. He watched idly as the reporter interviewed a newlywed couple. As he listened to their dedications of eternal love, he found that he wasn’t happy for them, but he didn’t wish them ill either.

Eleven-fifty. He got up and poured champagne into the flutes, and then picked one of them up.

The countdown had begun. Fifty, forty-nine, forty-eight… He yawned. After this, it would be nice to just brush his teeth and go to bed, without any party to worry about.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two one.

On TV, confetti exploded over the city square, as the sound of horns and Auld Lang Syne followed by milliseconds afterwards. The crushed snow glimmered dully on the ground as dancing feet paraded across the square,

“Happy New Year, Ning,” he said quietly, clinking his champagne flute against the other one. “Happy New Year.”