[intro post] [fic: the meaning of strength; before any blood is shed; power of love]
Name/Nickname/What We Should (Or Shouldn't) Call You: Ruru. Karen. :3
Allegiance(s): Shu, Toyotomi (Western Army), Tachibana clan.
Favourite Character(s): Babysaver Zhao Yun, That Annoying Prissy Brat Mitsunari, Ginchiyo, Jesus Zhuge Liang.
Favourite Pairing(s:) World/Zhao Yun (I AM LYING, I SOMETIMES HAVE STANDARDS IF YOU SQUINT A BIT AND LOOK REALLY HARD), movieverse!Quan/Zhuge Liang, Sakon/Mitsunari, Kiyomasa/Mitsunari, Muneshige/Ginchiyo (or as I like to think of it, Tachibanacest).
Favourite Game(s): SW3 because of the giant flashing arrows :'D I need giant flashing arrows in order not to get hopelessly lost. (It only sometimes works.)
Whatever Else You'd Like To Add That You Think We Should Know: I AM SADLY A FICCER OR INDETERMINATE QUALITY AND COMMITMENT. :'D I write in Dynasty, Samurai and Red Cliff verse. You'll probably get sick of me posting incessantly at some point.
I have totally been lurking until I wrote something that could, legitimately, be posted here.
Title: The meaning of strength (003. belief)
Characters: Oda family (Nobunaga, Nou, Ranmaru, Mitsuhide) + Motochika
Rating: PG (710w)
Warnings: War? Honnoji fic.
Summary: Mitsuhide knows what must be done.
'Do you know the meaning of strength?' Nobunaga had asked him once.
Title: Before any blood is shed (026. let me be your weapon)
Characters: Zhuge Liang (Liu Bei, Zhao Yun, Yue Ying, Zhang Fei)
Rating: G (3700w)
Warnings: Red Cliff verse.
Summary: A journey from then to now and the futility of escape.
Zhuge Liang tills the fields in the cool mist of morning and reads strategy by flickering candlelight, dreaming of wars fought in black and white, stone cold and bloodless.
Can I count Red Cliff fic as part of my warriors50? >__>; If so, it goes under (026. let me be your weapon)
AND BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL UNIFORMLY SRSFACE, HERE IS A RETARD JUSTICE TRIO DOUBLE DRABBLE.
Title: Power of love (024. it's not funny at all!)
Characters: Justice Trio
Rating: G (200w)
Warnings: None
"Kanetsugu-dono!" Yukimura skittered up, almost losing his sandals as he drew to a hasty stop, looking uncharacteristically worried.
"Yukimura? Is anything the matter?" Kanetsugu blinked at him.
There was a short pause as Yukimura caught his breath and flailed his hands around excitedly, the not-quite-perfect image of a samurai out of battle regalia. "Kanetsugu-dono, it is true that love conquers everything, yes?"
"Of course!" Kanetsugu beamed, reaching out to lay a friendly hand on Yukimura’s shoulder. "With love, it is possible to surmount all obstacles!"
Yukimura smiled at him, visibly relieved. "I knew you would say so, Kanetsugu-dono. Thank you for your help. If you'll excuse me, though, I must return to what I was doing." He ducked out of Kanetsugu's grip and scurried off hastily, the loosely belted edges of his crumpled yukata flapping almost indecently open.
Really, it wasn't like Yukimura to look so... disheveled. Mentally, Kanetsugu shrugged and returned to his book.
It was such a lovely, peaceful afternoon.
A few minutes later, there was the sound of a resounding crash, an injured howl and Mitsunari's distinctively outraged shriek. "I DON'T CARE WHAT HE SAID. THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT OKAY."
Kanetsugu winced.
Allegiance(s): Shu, Toyotomi (Western Army), Tachibana clan.
Favourite Character(s): Babysaver Zhao Yun, That Annoying Prissy Brat Mitsunari, Ginchiyo, Jesus Zhuge Liang.
Favourite Pairing(s:) World/Zhao Yun (I AM LYING, I SOMETIMES HAVE STANDARDS IF YOU SQUINT A BIT AND LOOK REALLY HARD), movieverse!Quan/Zhuge Liang, Sakon/Mitsunari, Kiyomasa/Mitsunari, Muneshige/Ginchiyo (or as I like to think of it, Tachibanacest).
Favourite Game(s): SW3 because of the giant flashing arrows :'D I need giant flashing arrows in order not to get hopelessly lost. (It only sometimes works.)
Whatever Else You'd Like To Add That You Think We Should Know: I AM SADLY A FICCER OR INDETERMINATE QUALITY AND COMMITMENT. :'D I write in Dynasty, Samurai and Red Cliff verse. You'll probably get sick of me posting incessantly at some point.
I have totally been lurking until I wrote something that could, legitimately, be posted here.
Title: The meaning of strength (003. belief)
Characters: Oda family (Nobunaga, Nou, Ranmaru, Mitsuhide) + Motochika
Rating: PG (710w)
Warnings: War? Honnoji fic.
Summary: Mitsuhide knows what must be done.
'Do you know the meaning of strength?' Nobunaga had asked him once.
Title: Before any blood is shed (026. let me be your weapon)
Characters: Zhuge Liang (Liu Bei, Zhao Yun, Yue Ying, Zhang Fei)
Rating: G (3700w)
Warnings: Red Cliff verse.
Summary: A journey from then to now and the futility of escape.
Zhuge Liang tills the fields in the cool mist of morning and reads strategy by flickering candlelight, dreaming of wars fought in black and white, stone cold and bloodless.
Can I count Red Cliff fic as part of my warriors50? >__>; If so, it goes under (026. let me be your weapon)
AND BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL UNIFORMLY SRSFACE, HERE IS A RETARD JUSTICE TRIO DOUBLE DRABBLE.
Title: Power of love (024. it's not funny at all!)
Characters: Justice Trio
Rating: G (200w)
Warnings: None
"Kanetsugu-dono!" Yukimura skittered up, almost losing his sandals as he drew to a hasty stop, looking uncharacteristically worried.
"Yukimura? Is anything the matter?" Kanetsugu blinked at him.
There was a short pause as Yukimura caught his breath and flailed his hands around excitedly, the not-quite-perfect image of a samurai out of battle regalia. "Kanetsugu-dono, it is true that love conquers everything, yes?"
"Of course!" Kanetsugu beamed, reaching out to lay a friendly hand on Yukimura’s shoulder. "With love, it is possible to surmount all obstacles!"
Yukimura smiled at him, visibly relieved. "I knew you would say so, Kanetsugu-dono. Thank you for your help. If you'll excuse me, though, I must return to what I was doing." He ducked out of Kanetsugu's grip and scurried off hastily, the loosely belted edges of his crumpled yukata flapping almost indecently open.
Really, it wasn't like Yukimura to look so... disheveled. Mentally, Kanetsugu shrugged and returned to his book.
It was such a lovely, peaceful afternoon.
A few minutes later, there was the sound of a resounding crash, an injured howl and Mitsunari's distinctively outraged shriek. "I DON'T CARE WHAT HE SAID. THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT OKAY."
Kanetsugu winced.