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#2 (#1) (V-Day Edition)

Monarchs with dubious claims to the throne positivity post!

Shoutout to monarchs who are like the cousin of a deposed monarch, no matter who’s in charge now, your claim to the throne is valid.

Shoutout to monarchs who attained power by killing their relatives your claim to the throne is valid.

Shoutout to monarchs who were the previous monarch’s captain of the guard before murdering them, your claim to the throne is valid.

Shoutout to puppet child monarchs, your claim to the throne is valid and even though you’ll likely never properly rule, for even a day in your life - that shouldn’t stop you from feeling like a valid monarch.

Shoutout to monarchs who won the throne through buying it in an auction held by the pervious monarch’s murderous guards, your claim to the throne is valid.

Shoutout to monarchs who came to power after being the common or foreign born spouse of a previous monarch, your claim to the throne is valid.

Shoutout to monarchs in empires which have been divided between claimants, your claim to the whole empire is valid, and don’t let anyone hold you back from starting a long protracted civil war to take over the whole empire.

Shoutout to monarchs who exterminated all other claimants in a long protracted civil war, your claim to the throne is valid, no matter how much of your own country you destroyed to sit on the throne.

Shoutout to monarchs who are being imprisoned in a monastery or oubliette, as the person who took your kingdom from you fears their enemies rallying around you - your claim to throne is still valid - even if you stand little chance of escape and a high chance of being killed someday soon.

Shoutout to monarchs who were overthrown by violent revolution- your claim to the throne is still valid.

Shoutout to monarchs who hold on to the titles of countries that no longer exist, your claim to the throne is valid.

Shoutout to monarchs who rule one country, but don’t give a fuck about it - and spend all their time trying to gain control over another country- your claim to the throne is valid.

Shoutout to monarchs who are random commoners impersonating the dead son of a previous monarch, your claim to the throne is valid.

Hi!! First of all congratulations. :D I would like to make an angsty request if you're still open to it. It's inspired by Kojuro's story event: when MC tried to leave him (for his sake) and lied to him about having a new love. Would you please write about the Lords (plus Shigezane, Nobuyuki, and Hotaru) reactions to MC doing a similar thing and successfully leaving them? If this has been done before or falls into the category of being unfaithful then please ignore this. <3 Thank you xxo

omg this was so much harder than the one about kittens i s2g

MC leaving because of Reasons headcanon

- Nobunaga is enraged and tells you to get out and never come back, so you do just that. He regrets it after a while, but he’s too proud to go after you. He wants to think you still love him, but he’s afraid that maybe you really don’t anymore. Mitsuhide quietly keeps tabs on you for Nobunaga’s sake.- Mitsuhide suspects what’s going on and tries to talk it out with you. You tell him that his persistence is making you very uncomfortable. You move out of his house and back into Nobunaga’s castle. You can’t avoid each other because of work, but you both try to stay professional.- Yukimura is devastated and refuses to hear you out. You explain things to Lord Shingen, who reluctantly agrees to have you sent back to Kyoto. He tries to go after you, and is truly heartbroken when you look him in the eye and tell him that it’s over.- Saizo is fully aware that you’re bluffing. But he knows you’ve always tried your best to hold on to him, and that he can’t say the same for himself. He thinks you can find someone better, so he lets you go. He still keeps watch over you, but you don’t know.- Masamune is shocked but absolutely forbids you to leave. He demands a proper explanation, grabs your hands and begs you to stay. You’re his family, he needs you. Kojuro and Shigezane understand your situation, but don’t think you should leave. They’re afraid that Masamune will stop eating and collapse again. You’re guilted into staying, so you’re forced to rebuff him, over and over and over again…- You’ve pulled this kind of thing on Kojuro before, so he thinks that he’ll get you back sooner or later. By the time he realises that you’re not giving in, it’s too late. He’s always been secretly worried about whether he’s too old and just not right for you. The insecurity gets him.- Hideyoshi sees right through you, but he can’t convince you to stay, and he’s not the type to physically block you from leaving. He sends you letters, reminiscing about the things you used to do and the future you imagined together. He sends you gifts, things that you like, things that you mentioned once offhand in a casual conversation. You don’t reply.- Inuchiyo takes you at face value and is furious. He demands to know exactly who this other guy is. You tell him that this type of reaction is exactly what you hate about him. He’s hurt and stunned and reacts by punching a wall. You double down on your criticism of his violent tendencies, and take the opportunity to escape while he’s still trying to process what’s happening.- Part of Ieyasu thinks that you’re lying, but his knee-jerk reaction is to call you the most awful names. He’s cold and vicious, just like how he used to be. He tells you to get the hell out of Mihara before he decides to kill you.- Mitsunari is annoyed because he thinks you’re kicking up a fuss over nothing. He scowls and tells you to get over yourself. He only realises you were serious after you leave, but is too prickly and proud and contrary to go after you.- Shingen is puzzled. Who is your new lover, and in what way is he superior to Takeda Shingen? He wants to meet him first before letting you go. You stand your ground and the confrontation ends in a stalemate. You alternate between outright hostility and the cold shoulder until he gives in.- Kenshin is Not Impressed (mostly because Kanetsugu has been on top of things and has told him exactly what you’re up to). He tells you that if you really want to leave, it should be for your own sake, and not his.- Shigezane is confused and upset, and tells you he can’t possibly just let you go like this. But he’s always been insecure about relationships, and he especially fears losing his girl to someone else. You tell him he’s too much of a joker, he’s not serious about anything, you want someone more mature, and it hits him where it hurts. - Yeah… Nobuyuki isn’t letting you leave, no matter what. You should just give up.- Hotaru is super confused and hurt when you tell him you never want to see him again. He doesn’t know what’s going on. He doesn’t know how to deal with relationships because of his upbringing. He takes you at face value - you don’t see him, but he sees you. He goes to check on you whenever he can, but stays out of your sight.

Hideyoshi In The Nutshell😂😂

Seriously, this dude needs to chill . 😖

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The struggle is real...

Shattered Bonds

Fandom: Samurai Love Ballad Party

Character: Inuchiyo

Summary:  His heartache came from the fact that he didn't ask for this upcoming war to happen; and yet, just because two of his most important persons decided one cannot live with another under the same sky, he found himself forced to choose sides and fight against his former friend.

Slightly based ON REAL HISTORY. How this young lord must have felt when he found HIMSELF on the other side of war against his close friend. One-shot (possibly out of many).

Also posted on my AO3.

Little pieces of white fell down from the blackened skies as the overcast clouds suppressed the dignified fortress atop a mountain. The wind blew its coldest as anxious servants within the stronghold struggle to make fire, soldiers rummaging through the stocks for extra blankets, and scouts braving the intense cold to look for signs of enemy ambush, or infiltration beyond its walls.

Or signs of invasion from their former allies.

At least, this is what the young lord of the castle (who is inside the war council room alone at the moment) wanted to think with regards to their "enemy"—a belief that is shared by the majority of his people. The lord may be young, but if there is any indication, the dark circles around his eyes suggest he had aged a lot from all the stress. A jar of sake was placed on the table, beside it were two cups: one for the man himself, the other was for the special somebody the man had all but lost thanks to this conflict. Filling the second cup was his usual habit whenever he and his friend would meet up for drinks in the past, and now, as an homage for his absent friend. It was meant to calm him, help him relax a little; obviously, it didn't work.

His heartache came from the fact that he didn't ask for this upcoming war to happen; and yet, just because two of his most important persons decided one cannot live with another under the same sky, he found himself forced to choose sides and fight against his former friend. If it were up to him, he would have stormed towards his dear partner on that fateful day, and beat the crap out of him for his crazy plan of following THEIR LATE LORD'S dream—and hope it will be just that. But no... his friend had coldly shrugged him off, as if his words are nothing and proceeded to leave without saying anything to him, he didn't even look at him in the eye! That usual smugness of his had always made the young lord's blood boil, but that day, he feared he had crossed the line, a point of no return.

So, now that the conflict has escalated, the young lord remembered that he had volunteered to lead the front and fight the good fight, hoping the prodigal himself will somehow turn back after a few defeats. Unfortunately, he got stonewalled by his superiors, given his ties to their supposed "traitor". There were no words just how angry he had been, angry at the people he and his departed friend were supposed to protect. Angry at his friend for not trusting HIM enough. Angry at himself for not knowing just how bad things had gone after their lord died on that tragic fire. Angry that he was forced to station at the rear by those scheming bastards who may or may not have designs for him and his clan. The bad memories only made the lord bit his lip and clench his sake cup hard until whites from his knuckles had formed.

It wasn't easy for the young lord to handle things at the rear, even though they were far from the actual fighting. A while ago, he had a fight with a vassal, whom he secretly knew as a spy from the old guards who had stonewalled him. Logistics had said that their supplies are barely enough to last for a month, a grave matter. The vassal in question had strongly suggested to scour nearby villages for food, water and heat by pillaging them. This was, of course, met with gasps and indignation from the young lord's loyalists but couldn't openly complain due to the vassal's backing.

Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how one sees this incident), the young lord refused the vassal's advice and even reprimanded him without regard of the political ramifications. To say things became chaotic is an utter understatement and the lord was at wits end during the ordeal. In the end, the vassal and his army left, leaving the castle almost defenseless and short of manpower at the present.

Frustration and a lingering sense of fear loom over this lord's heart as he sat inside the room, alone, waiting for someone from the shadows. There are a lot of things in this man's mind, questioning his own capacity as a leader. Was he wrong to refuse that vassal? Was he right to separate his own army from his? Hard questions poured into his mind as lines between right and wrong blur in every passing moment.

And the fact that all the tension from the upcoming battle and worsening weather got him at this breaking point...it is terrifying how much more burden he could take, before everything else snaps; before he himself become a cold heartless monster, all because of this wretched war.

He gulped down his sake and closed his eyes to find himself some semblance of peace, some form of control over the looming rage within his heart. The hearthfire failed to ease his foul mood and the silence only serves as a reminder of how poor morale is at the moment.

The castle lord stood up, his family sigil evident from his blue-black silk kimono. He made his way to the armory, passing through the wintery cold of the outdoors, checking on his soldiers, pages and servants along the way.

Once alone in the armory, he made his way towards his ornate spear, gently touching as if trying to recall a happier memory in order to keep himself sane. Lost in his own thoughts, he recalled his past as a young boy learning to wield his weapon. The time when he was still naive from the hard truths of war.

One sunny day, he had once held a practice spear in the middle of a match. Cheers of encouragement and jeers by the audience had filled the air. Old war veterans on the sidelines had looked thoughtfully at him and his opponent, assessing their strengths.

Across him had been another boy whose hair was a soft brown. His eyes were like clear brown sugar candies. His height couldn't match his own and his practice katana had been too small, but despite the obvious disadvantage, his opponent had given him a familiar lopsided grin; as if he knew how to turn things into his favor.

A time when both boys began as rivals, before they became best of friends, who still (ironically) fight here and there due to some simple crazy differences.

Before they became great vassals of their lord and achieved great things in their own right...

Before they inevitably became enemies after their lord had died…

Once upon a time, before he became the head of his clan and lord of this fortress, he was a rebellious boy of a prestigious samurai clan named Inuchiyo, and his enemy was his former friend, a clever peasant boy named Tokichiro.