Mitsuhide My Beloved - Tumblr Posts
About to finish Kicho's dramatic route and I must say...
⚠️⚠️⚠️spoilers and route screenshots ahead⚠️⚠️⚠️
My heart cried hard for Mitsuhide because he's the love rival in the route.😭😭😭
This right here confirmed my suspicions that he was the love rival and my heart both soared and sank (like, how is that even possible?!?) as I read this.
We all know he holds his principles above all else. But to put protecting me (us) in the same category as his principles?!? Boy, that said A LOT.😭
And then he went ahead and said this? I had to stop reading because I wanted to tell him it wasn't true. Every time he was in the scene, I had to pause and remind myself I was there for Kicho.😅
"So, I may have been pushed towards your cousin (it's his route, i had no choice!😮💨), but you have always been on my mind and in my heart.🥺"
And then THIS??! THIS!
I don't even have enough words in me to describe everything I felt in this scene. He says all these... then in the same breath tells me to be happy with Kicho?? No. Just... no. I caaaaaaaaan't. I just caaaaaaan't.😭😭😭💔💔💔
So. Yeah. Art featuring Mitsu×Rui is the result of reading another man's route...😅
(this will be such an abrupt ending to my post coz I'm absolutely exhausted now since i woke up early and missed all my naps to work on this.😅)
Mask of the Kitsune
Finally finished this wip drawing of Akechi Mitsuhide from the otome game "Ikemen Sengoku"! He is my absolute favourite romance target EVER, and I love his actor outfit so much!!!!
At first, I made the sketch over a year ago and completely forgot about it, but recently, I played his route again and recalled it's existence lol.
Dropping this here. A quick and simple enough drawing to celebrate the release of Mitsuhide's sengoku showdown promise story~
I swear, this man will be the end of me! He is the absolutely perfect blend of fun, funny, caring, smexy, and suuuuuuuuuuuuper capable boyfriend for me.😭😭😭💜💜💜
WARNING:
Spoiler screenshots coming up under the cut!
The scene that made me squeal the hardest!🙈 One of my favorite scenes because I like it whenever MC gets enough guts to actually say what she wants.😌
... also, ngl... it's what I've been saying in my head ever since i saw him ride up in that motorcycle.😏😆 always nice when MC's thoughts and actions match my own.
And this scene! At the moment I read this, I had exactly the same sentiments! The workweek had JUST started and already I was buried under tons of deadlines.🥲
Thank you, Mitsuhide, for listening to my troubles and for making me feel so much better.🥺💜💜💜
A few days late, but congratulations on the release of your Eternal Route, my love!\(^ヮ^)ﾉ
I didn't think the story could get any better, but WOW, it really did. By leaps and bounds.😍💜
Thank you for reminding me that you will always, always, ALWAYS be my number one~😘💜💜💜🦊
I can't wait for your sequel!🥺🙏🏻
I can't even play other routes properly because I'm like brb gonna go romance mitsuhide again (I need his sequel!!)
Darn it, I lied... I just saw another possible one:
Mitsuhide + Command + 🫠
I honestly can't go on enough about how awesome your writing is! Thank you again!!! 🥰🥰
I saved this one for last. Some melty Mitsuhide goodness. Approx 1200 words.
Mitsuhide was used to being the one in control. He gave the commands. He pulled the strings behind the scenes. Even Nobunaga rarely ordered him to do anything. Having the situation reversed was unnerving. Titillating as well. Exciting and strange, of course. But distinctly uncomfortable. Especially when the object of his adoration seemed so unaware of his obeisance.
When she shouted at him to leave her alone, he did. When she asked him questions, he answered. And when he knew she needed him - he was there. Always. And she still thought it was all a joke. He did enjoy teasing her. Who wouldn’t, with her adorably outraged expressions? But he thought her perceptive enough to see through that.
Perhaps, Mitsuhide thought, I have simply told too many lies for anyone to see past the weave of my web.
“What are you thinking about?” The chatelaine peered across his desk at him suspiciously. Several history texts lay open in front of her, the latest in her determined efforts to study. “You have your scary smile but with sad eyes.”
“I was thinking about you.” He widened his smile, knowing the effect it had on her.
She crossed her arms and pouted. “You never tell me the truth about anything. You’re always teasing. I can’t even get a simple answer from you!”
This, he knew, was as close as she got to verbalizing a need for his affection. She was as dishonest with herself as he was with the world around him. “Come, little mouse.” He stood and came around the desk. Then held out his hand.
The chatelaine eyed it like a snake, one she reluctantly extended her own hand to touch.
Mitsuhide relished the feel of her soft fingers twined with his. The gentle warmth in the places their skin met, satin against the roughness of his callouses. He fancied that he could feel the quick-trip beat of her heart through her palm, racing along as it did when he stood close to her. Could she feel his too?
“Can you tell me where you’re leading me or is that also a surprise?” She gazed up at him with lovely vulnerability. An openness rarely encountered outside childhood.
“I can.” He teased, letting his hip bump lightly against her.
“Mitsuhide.” Her flat tone was a warning, though he could see she was not as frustrated as she pretended to be. The chatelaine liked surprises.
“Surely you can guess.”
Her thoughtful frown was precious. “Fine. I’ll play along.” She chewed at her lip a moment in silence. “We aren’t going toward the front, so you’re taking somewhere in your estate. And . . . it’s not toward your room. Which is good,” she added hurriedly. Her cheeks heated at the memory of the last time she’d been there.
Mitsuhide remembered that evening as well. Her adorable attempts to save his hurt feelings, as if gossip bothered him any longer. And his merciless teasing - an act he sometimes regretted now, as it made her more wary of him. “Yes, go on.”
“It’s not mealtime and you never remember those anyway so . . . the garden?” Her eyes took on a hopeful cast.
“Exactly right. I wonder how I should reward you?” He turned suddenly, trapping her against the wall with his arms. He still held one hand, and this he was careful not to press on. He’d never forgive himself if he hurt her.
The chatelaine let out a surprised little gasp. “N-not like this! Mitsuhide!”
“No?” He traced a fingertip along the cup of her ear and down the curve of her neck. There was no mistaking the way she leaned into his touch, the pleased flutter of her eyelashes, the heat in her cheeks. “Tell me you don’t like it.” He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing her skin. “Command me to stop.”
“I . . . you . . .” She struggled with the words, with herself, the competing desires of her heart and head. He was not a good man, and she knew this, but she wanted him nevertheless. Like a moth to the candle-flame.
“Just one little word.” He could not help but place a kiss on the line of her jaw, another just below her ear. She tasted faintly of salt and lavender. A loose strand of her hair tickled against his cheek.
“Please,” she breathed, and he could not tell if this was protest or pleading for more.
Mitsuhide wanted more. He wanted to let her hair loose. He wanted to kiss her lips and let his arms pull her close. But he knew he would burn her. So he only chuckled and stepped back, tugging her along the hall as if nothing had happened at all.
“I hate you sometimes.” She gave him a baleful look, but her fingers squeezed his hand more tightly.
“Only sometimes?”
The chatelaine’s frown wobbled a little, her lips curving up at one side. “Only sometimes.”
“And the rest of the time?” Mitsuhide raised an eyebrow.
It was her turn to taunt him, it seemed. “That’s a secret. And if you can’t figure it out, I guess you’ll never know.”
He slid the door to the walkway open. The garden lay ahead, a riot of summer color. Flowers bloomed in profusion amidst the greenery. Birds and butterflies and bees hummed among the plants and trees. It was almost as lovely as her expression in that moment, though nothing could compare to her delighted smile and the sudden joy in her eyes.
“Wow!” She tugged him forward, eager now to be out among the blossoms. “It’s beautiful!”
“Is it?” Mitsuhide smiled, amused.
“Yes!” The chatelaine laughed. “It didn’t look like this when you introduced me to Chimaki.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “You didn’t change it for me, right?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Whyever would I do that?”
“To . . . tease me?” Her eyes dropped to their clasped hands. The truth of it was only a whisper away.
Mitsuhide pulled her close and she stumbled against him. He wrapped his free arm around her so that her body pressed tight against his. He gazed down at her, knowing that his true affection was showing. He couldn’t have hidden it from her if he tried. His heart pounded against the cage of his chest, fast and hard, and he wondered if she could feel it as well. “Like this, little mouse,” he rasped.
“Y-yes?”
His face lowered until his nose brushed hers. He could feel the satin touch of her lips only a hairsbreadth away. “Or perhaps, you meant this?”
The chatelaine’s wide eyes met his heated gaze. She pushed up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his. It was so unexpected that Mitsuhide froze in surprise, caught in his own web for once.
“Got you,” she grinned, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining.
“You did,” his smile came on warm and slow as summer honey. He could still feel the faint touch of her mouth against his, a memory he planned to hold forever in his heart. “Now what do you plan to do with me?”
At this, she faltered, clearly not having thought past the moment of surprise. “Ummm. I could . . . get you again . . . or, er, you could let me - let me go?”
Mitsuhide laughed softly. “Your wish is my command, little one. Should I kiss you again? Or let you go?”
Surprisingly, I managed to squeeze in two pieces for this year's birthday! Yay~🥳
Happy birthday to my Sengoku teacher, my favorite tease, my #1 love, Mitsuhide!🤍🦊💜
Thank you for making my Sengoku life exciting~
She kissed him, seeking and searching to understand him,
Anaïs Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart
@bestbryn
mitsuhide in the morning ////
#ikemen series #cybird #cybird ikemen #ikemen sengoku #ikemensengoku
mistuhide wears playboy bunny costume
In a hypothetical au where he goes to the modern world with you, and he sees somewhere on the internet: blayboy bunny costumes.
Mitsuhide would get the costume and surprise you when you come back home, from work. (Yes Mitsuhide will be your malewife because he is unemployed and can't work because what does he really know other than....... Torture, fighting with a sword and using a musket?).
He's genuinely surprised to see netizens who apparently adore scandalous playboy bunny costumes. It's not as if he hasn't seen any risque clothing in his life... He has, but they were quite tame in comparison to the modern era. When it comes to you, he has no shame, so he gladly gets the entire set from amazon and waits patiently for the delivery.
Oh how Mistuhide KNOWS you will enjoy seeing him as a playboy bunny. He has seen you enjoy these "fanarts" of fictional characters wearing questionable clothes.
He's got the black skin tight outfit with fishnets underneath, as well as a pair of white fluffy bunny ears on top.
The moment you open that door, the first thing that happens is you dropping your bag on the floor and simply staring at your boyfriend for a good minute.
"Like what you see, little mouse?" he asks, the side of his lips curled.
"Little mouse? I'll be a tiger," you respond while waggling your eyebrows and then proceed to tackle him on the floor.
Can you do a headcannon of what Masamune, Shingen, Kenshin, Nobunaga, Ieyasu, Kennyo, Mitsuhide and Mitsunari will react if the MC were to give them flowers instead of them giving her them?
It's Nobunaga's birthday, so here's some headcanons (with some other warlords). Hope you enjoy!
SUITOR'S REACTION WHEN READER GIFTED THEM FLOWERS (Masamune, Shingen, Kenshin, Nobunaga, Ieyasu, Kennyo, Mitsuhide, Mitsunari)
Masamune Date
He was surprised. No one had ever gifted him flowers before, let alone a lass as beautiful as you. When he first saw you with the bouquet, his initial thought was that they were for someone else. His hand found the hilt of his sword, ready for a fight for your love. But then you presented the bouquet to him. He placed the flowers in a vase in his room, a small part of him sad there was no battle for your love.
Shingen Takeda
Shingen was impressed. It was normally he who gifted the flowers, not the other way around. Flattered by your gift, he found himself enjoying this role-reversal, hoping to receive more thoughtful gifts from you in the future. As a thank you, Shingen took one of the blooms, broke off the stem, and tucked the flower behind your ear.
Kenshin Uesugi
Kenshin was afraid. Why were you holding those flowers - did they hurt you in some way? Ready with his trusty sword in hand to cut down the plant that dared harm his love, he blinked in surprise when you laughed and told him the flowers were a gift for him. After sheathing his sword, he asked for your help in putting the flowers in a vase.
Nobunaga Oda
Nobunaga was happy. It was his birthday, after all. After a day of receiving numerous, extravagant gifts, it was refreshing to receive something so beautifully simple from his lover. Or maybe it was because it was from you that it was his favorite gift that day. Now if only you had stashed some konpeito in the bouquet somewhere.
Ieyasu Tokugawa
Ieyasu was grumpy. Why did you have to give him flowers? Now he had to find a vase to put them in - did you think he had things like that handy in his bedroom? And make sure they had water. And get you a gift in return. Oh, why did you have to give him these silly, pretty flowers?
Kennyo
Kennyo was flattered. What a beautiful gift from his beautiful lover. He marveled over the pastel shades of the petals and the sense of serenity he felt just by looking at them. He placed the flowers in his bedroom (unlike some of the warlords in the Oda forces, Kennyo actually owned a vase) on a table near his bed so that every night when he went to bed, your flowers were the last thing he saw, and when he woke up in the morning, they were the first thing he saw.
Mitsuhide Akechi
Mitsuhide was mischievous. Mitsuhide was not used to receiving gifts, let alone a bouquet of flowers. Was this just an innocent gift? Were you rewarding him for the prank he pulled on Mitsunari the other day? He hoped it was for the latter - he would happily pull any number of pranks to bring a smile to your face.
Mitsunari Ishida
Mitsunari was flustered. Flowers? For him? Was this some kind of prank? (He's still getting over being pranked by Mitsuhide the other day). Once he got over his initial confusion and realized that these flowers were a genuine gift for him, he thanked you profusely for said bouquet. He particularly liked the various shades of purple in the bouquet and found a nice spot to display them in his room.
Surprisingly, I managed to squeeze in two pieces for this year's birthday! Yay~🥳
Happy birthday to my Sengoku teacher, my favorite tease, my #1 love, Mitsuhide!🤍🦊💜
Thank you for making my Sengoku life exciting~
I found the contrast between these two pretty cute soooo...
I ended up breaking my "no more art for now" announcement in my last post.😅 Lazy drawing though since I didn't render it "properly". Might go back to this when the pounding in my head subsides. Maybe.
