#IkeSen OCs
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Hello sorry yo bother if you are comfortable with it could you share some basuc info and fun fact about your ikemen OC if you have one ? I wish you a nice day 🤗
Hello hello hello! 🤗
I have a lot of Ikemen OCs, and I LOVE to talk about them! Thanks for the ask @queengiuliettafirstlady 😁
Since I have so many, I might make separate posts for each one, and then just link them all back to this post in a list.
In alphabetical order:
Alyce Gardner - MidCin, IkePri
https://www.tumblr.com/katriniac/734251104056016896/meet-alyce-fixing-rhodolites-pr-nightmare?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/katriniac/736160251335835648/hi-i-hope-the-oc-questions-are-still-up-i?source=share
Bee - IkeSen
Carl Jung - IkeVamp
Elise Persiflage - MidCin, IkePri
Dorothea Nickelton - MidCin
Fiammetta Caracal - IkeVamp
Kaede Nintai - IkeSen
Isabel Mendac - IkeVamp
https://www.tumblr.com/katriniac/734251111211499520/meet-katarina-half-human-half-succubus?source=share
Katarina Koser - IkeVamp
Kate North - IkeSen
Katie Kelly - IkeRev
Kathryn Aquaneaux - MidCin, IkePri
Leta Bauer - IkeSen
Kay Tacurnes - MidCin
Nadzeya Koselig - IkeVamp
Noema Esbizi - IkeRev, IkePri
Nate Stromm - IkeRev
https://www.tumblr.com/katriniac/699480375203954689/in-related-news-i-have-a-new-oc-for-the-ikemen?source=share
https://www.tumblr.com/katriniac/734251119747989505/meet-nate-the-3-of-hearts-in-the-red-army?source=share
Nora Trudelair - IkeRev
Solfrida - MidCin
Perdita Weist - IkeVamp
Vahil Stemward - IkeSen
Most of these figures don't exist anywhere except in my imagination.
Many are shipped with the canon LIs in the games, a couple shipped with NPCs. Some are stand-alone just for the heck of it. One or two were created to help me practice writing the game LIs.
A few appear in fanfics, even fewer are in RP stories.
But I love them all.
#my oc#my OCs#oc talk#ikemen OCs#Alyce Gardner#Bee#Carl Jung#Dorathea Nickelton#Elise Persiflage#Fiammetta Caracal#Isabel Mendac#Kaede Nintai#Katarina Koser#Kate North#Katie Kelly#Kathryn Aquaneaux#Kay Tacurnes#Leta Bauer#Nadzeya Koselig#Nate Stromm#Noema Esbizi#Nora Trudelair#Perdita Weist#Solfrida#Vahil Stemward#IkePri OCs#IkeSen OCs#MidCin OCs#IkeRev OCs#IkeVamp OCs
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Exchange gift for Sunny 🌻@sunnyikemen
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Ikesen girls! Shinju ( @readerinsertfanfiction ) and Asuga (Mine)
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OC Community Brainrot: OCs paired with the same suitor just meeting together for a tea and gossiping about their lovers. The respective iterations of the suitor all have different nicknames they go by.
It becomes called a "war meeting", as each OC knows something about their partner the others may not be aware of. Intelligence gathering galore <3
#ikepri oc#ikemen prince oc#ikesen oc#ikemen sengoku oc#ikevamp oc#ikevam oc#ikemen vampire oc#ikevil oc#ikemen villains oc#ikevil#ikemen villains#ikepri#ikemen prince#ikesen#ikemen sengoku#ikevamp#ikevam#ikemen vampire
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You said in the tags of violetts post you could point out some cool OCs? Plz could you maybe do a breakdown of them and their suitors?
Hello Anon!
So I gave this ask some thought and honestly, I don't think I'm the best person to speak on other people's OCs, so what I'll do instead is I'll point to some cool Ikemen OCs that I have featured on this blog previously and I'll open it up to others to talk about their characters, their friend's characters, things like that.
Since you're coming from Violett's post, I'm assuming you're looking for IkePri OCs, but I'll take this a chance to celebrate others that I know of as well.
OCs and their owners are under the cut.
Ikemen Sengoku
Habiba Malik - @spoopy-fish-writes
Marie - @oda-princess
Thai Bulan - @fighting-and-drawing
Katsuko - @the12thnightproject
Ei - @honeybyte
Aimée - @bicayaya
Ikemen Vampire
Kiara - @bicayaya
Julia - @queengiuliettafirstlady
Pyetrovna Ilyich Tchaikovsky - @koco-coko
Persephone Rowan Grey - @faustianfascination
Abigail - @krys-loves-otome
Odette/Annalisa - @ana-thedaydreamer
Iris - @yarnnerdally
Jane Seymour - @onegianthotmess
Amélie/Anju - @scummy-writes
Leanna - @rinaririr
Luka Klein - @flimflam707
Ikemen Prince
Maeve - @keithsandwich
Beatrice/Erin - @bicayaya
Esther/Viva - @lorei-writes
Leyla - @violettduchess
Tala - @m-mmiy
Ciel/Étienne - @floydsteeth
Julie/July - @queengiuliettafirstlady
Constance - @scummy-writes
Ioanna Alexander - @citrusmornings
Demelza Larkspur - @solacedeer
Shiloh - @tulipsaisle
Aurelia Deveroux - @kaizoku-musume
Ikemen Villains
Lacie - @koco-coko
Amelia - @dododrawsstuff
Mina - @natimiles
And these are the ones I could find quickly or just knew off of the cuff! Please feel free to expand! If you want to talk about your OCs, go wild. If you want to show off your friends, go for it!
#IkePri OC#IkeVamp OC#IkeVil OC#IkeSen OC#Apologies to those I tagged out of the blue#I included OCs for folks I have reblogged but haven't really spoken to because they have cool characters too! Check them out!
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Mayday Heyday OC gift exchange !!!
Hosted by: @olivermorningstar and @lorei-writes
This is my gift to @the12thnightproject for this event.
I chose your OC katsuko for this gift! (she drew me to her like a magnet XD ) I loved reading about her and her character is so cool !!
*ahem* so...this is kinda my first attempt at digital art and I'm still learning, so I hope I was able to do justice to her here.
I hope you like it! ❤❤
Once again, thank you to Oliver and Lorei for hosting this event that I could be a part of ! I had a lot of fun working on this and definitely learnt alot that I otherwise wouldn't have :p
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Y'all know about my astrological ramblings, right? So, I decided we can have some fun with it as well.
Send me your OC/SI sun sign and who you ship them with, and I'll reply with some headcanons about your relationship based on Astrology. You can add a theme if you want (i.e. domestic, romantic, spicy, platonic etc.)
I won't set a time limit, but I can close the requests when/if I feel overwhelmed.
IkePri, IkeVamp, IkeRev and IkeSen fandoms only.
Try to keep the maximum of three ships/partners per request.
If the canon character is a secondary character, please, tell me the sign you believe they are. I won't assign signs for characters or OCs.
This is just for fun. Please, remember that you're more complex than your sun sign but I won't be reading full charts. If you disagree with the headcanons, don't be rude about it.
I might take a while to answer to your request, but as long as I am accepting them, they will be answered eventually.
Rest assured I WILL NOT say a ship is incompatible, this isn't even how Astrology works for real. I can talk about challenges in the relationship if you specifically ask for it. Otherwise, they'll always be positive aspects between the characters or you and your f/o.
No spicy headcanons for minors or ageless blogs.
No romantic headcanons for minor and adult.
#astrological headcanons#ikepri#ikevamp#ikerev#ikesen#oc#ikemen prince#ikemen vampire#ikemen revolution#ikemen sengoku#original chatacter#self insert
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Remembered to post this commission I did for the lovely @gay-noodle-clan of their two adorable OCs, Mirri and Andi hanging out with Sasuke. They are all besties.
Thank you so much for commissioning me to draw your blorbos 🩵
Commission info
#my art#commission#cybird#fanart#cybird ikemen#ikemen sengoku#ikesen#ikesen sasuke#ikemen sengoku sasuke#oc#art
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I doodled some chibi while I'm on my trip.
You can use these for personal use only, NOT commercial use.
#ikemen sengoku#ikesen#kan oc#kan art#ikesen masamune#ikesen mitsunari#ikesen ieyasu#date masamune#ishida mitsunari#tokugawa ieyasu
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The Final Thread pt 1
Kenshin (Red Thread of Fate AU) finds himself inexplicably drawn to a tavern-keeper in an enemy village. Though victory seems assured, strange happenings put Kenshin, his allies, and the woman in danger. Written for @scruffymctee featuring her lovely OC Tomoyo! Approx. 3200 words.
Previous: Crimson Thread, Another Skein
Kenshin wiped the sweat from his brow. The sun was merciless today, the air thick and humid. His arms ached from the effort of his work, but there was no time to rest. The fight wasn’t over. His sword was crusted with blood. Fresh runnels of scarlet carved paths through the hills of rusted remnants of his earlier opponents as it made its way to the tsuba.
They were finally at the village, with fields of dead at their backs and only a token force ahead. The battle would end soon, and Kenshin felt a mix of annoyance and satisfaction at that. He expected victory, but the day yielded no true opponent worth crossing blades with. And now the chance of such was gone.
The commander, a young warrior from the Sanada clan, called out orders from his seat atop a sinuous dragon, a beast of red and copper hue that watched the soldiers with a look of vast and strange intellect. The lines of troops rippled and surged into the village, while in the air hundreds of mounted warriors dove toward the remaining fortifications, their monstrous mounts a chorus of damnation for their enemies.
For the next several minutes, Kenshin ceased to think, his body moving with an unnatural grace. Flowing like water in a dance of violence and gore, he moved past his allies to pursue and destroy his opponents. He felt nothing as they fell.
An open doorway caught his attention, and he turned, blade ready. There was movement within. A coward, preparing an ambush? A damned spirit haunting an abandoned building? Or a frightened villager waiting for the end? He stepped forward.
The attack nearly caught him by surprise. Not a blade or a staff, but a colorful twist of fabric. It snapped out, the weighted end slamming the flat of his sword. He had to shift his grip to keep it in hand.
Kenshin lunged toward the attacker, but they moved as fast as he. In the dim interior of the shuttered building, he couldn’t make out their features. But he didn’t care what they looked like. Another body he would shortly add to the pile before this battle was ended. His blade flickered forward as he turned, but his enemy slammed it away with another sweep of silk.
He took advantage of the opening to aim a kick at the shifting figure, but he missed and his foot crashed into a shuttered window. The wood cracked and split, letting the warm afternoon light spill in. Kenshin didn’t notice the sparkling motes of dust as they danced in the golden light, or appreciate the way the sun painted the hanging scrolls. He might have spared a glance at the shelves of sake behind the counter for a heartbeat, but only that.
With a shout, Kenshin swung at his opponent but the attack stopped short as the light struck them first. Jade green eyes that reflected the afternoon sun, carmine lips, dark hair that hung in silken strands from an elaborate coif now undone. His heart thumped uneasily against the cage of his ribs. She was so familiar. So achingly familiar. He felt a smile curl on the edge of his lips, one he quickly smothered.
“Get out of my bar,” the woman demanded. She was fierce, a tigress in her domain. A kaiken gleamed in her grip, half-hidden by the sweep of her kimono.
“It’s not yours anymore, woman. Walk away.” Kenshin’s flat, cold voice sounded odd in his own ears.
She scoffed, a haughty expression turning her soft, kissable mouth to hard lines. “No? You think just because you march in here with your big sword, that makes it yours?” She shook her head. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Kenshin felt a rolling warmth in his chest as she said the last bit. He clenched his jaw against the unexpected betrayal of his body. Why should it matter to him if this woman feared him or no? If she did not fear him now, she would learn to. Because he was a creature of war, only alive in the midst of battle. “I would prefer not to fight a woman,” he muttered.
“And I’d prefer not to fight an idiot, but here we are.” She moved faster than seemed possible, her sleeves fluttering in the confined space, the weighted ends whistling as they swept past him. But that attack was a distraction. The real danger was her kaiken. The woman stepped close, brought the blade in a deadly slash.
He had only a heartbeat, less, to turn aside. The small knife cut into the lacquered leather of his dou. She was good, he thought. Using her smaller size and speed to advantage. Kenshin grabbed for her arm, his hand nearly closing over the silken sleeve. But she spun out of his reach and he almost took a weighted cuff to the face for his trouble.
“You should leave now,” she said, glancing toward the open window. “While you can.”
His gaze followed hers. He could see no sign of any threat, only the distant sounds of fighting as his forces met the few defenders remaining. “What do you know? Tell me, woman.” His mismatched glare moved to her face. The flicker of familiarity struck him again, but he ignored it.
“I have a name.” She frowned. “Tomoyo. So stop calling me woman.” Tomoyo let out a tired sigh, though her body stayed rigid and alert.
“I asked you a question.” One brow quirked up in annoyance.
Before she could answer, the door slammed open behind them as another soldier checked the building. He saw Kenshin and grinned. “Looks like you got here first. Good call securing the booze.”
Kenshin turned to regard his fellow with an icy glare. The soldier was Sanada clan, though not Akazonae. Only a mere footsoldier like himself, not someone he had to take orders from. “I did. So you can leave.”
“What? You want to keep the woman and the alcohol all to yourself?” The soldier’s gaze took in Tomoyo’s figure, though he winced away from her hot green gaze. “Looks like more than enough to share.”
Tomoyo grinned fiercely. “Try it. See what happens.”
Kenshin ignored her. “Find someplace else. This one is mine.” The scarlet edge of his blade wavered between him and the other soldier, a threat that needed no words.
For a breath, it looked as if the Sanada clan member might argue. Then he shrugged. “Fine. But if one of the commander catches you, it’s not my fault.” He smirked and then stepped back into the bruised light of late afternoon.
“Yours?” Tomoyo watched him with a haughty gaze. “Over my dead body.”
“If need be.” Kenshin turned to study her. She was fast, and stronger than she looked. In this space she had the advantage. He could take her though, of that he was certain. Only . . . he found that he did not want to fight her. She was a woman, but it was more than that. There was something about her that felt familiar, something that opened the wound in his heart and made his soul ache.
Tomoyo studied him back, her gaze still hot with anger. “Well?”
Kenshin righted one of the overturned chairs and sat. “Bring me some wine.” Before she could protest him as a thief, he pulled a table over and set some coins on it. “And pickled plums, if you have them.”
She snorted. “Of course I do.” The coin disappeared, replaced by a bowl of sake and a small plate of pickled plums. “So what? Now you plan to sulk and drink until you die?”
He looked at her, expecting to find more of her tart anger, but there was genuine curiosity in her jade gaze. “No.” Kenshin wasn’t sure what his end goal was. The Sanada would take the land and assets once conquest was complete. It wasn’t up to him what happened to Tomoyo or her bar. And yet. He felt he could not leave.
“Talkative, I see.” She pulled a chair over and sat across from him, pouring her own cup of sake from the bottle. “You look familiar,” she said after a pause. “Or, you feel familiar. But I don’t know . . . where?” Her voice trailed off, lost in thought.
Kenshin gave a slight shrug and didn’t reply. She didn’t seem to need one. They sat in companionable silence as the sun began to set, turning the light red, then violet.
Tomoyo stood and lit a small oil lamp. Then she began closing up. Kenshin watched as she blockaded the door and propped the shutters over the open window.
“What are you doing?” He set his hand on the hilt of his sword, a nervous energy sweeping through him.
“Closing.” She glanced over her shoulder and he was surprised to see worry in the tightness of her jaw, the line of her mouth.
Kenshin gave her a small half smile. “Habit?”
“Something like that.” Just as she spoke, the earth beneath them shivered. The building groaned as the wood bent and flexed with the sudden motion of the ground. Tomoyo did not look surprised, but she did look weary.
He stood, a nervous anxiety in him. Being buried alive in rubble would be an ignominious end. “We should go out -”
“Shhhh.” She held a finger to her lips. Kenshin might have argued, but then he heard it. A hissing sound, like a thousand serpents, rising and then falling in volume. “If we are quiet,” Tomoyo whispered, “they will leave us alone.”
“They?” It was a question he’d asked before, but now his tone was one of caution not interrogation.
“This is cursed land. We are all . . .” She trailed off, her eyes going to the smashed shutters propped over the open window.
Kenshin was about to laugh. He knew about curses. The kind that haunted your dreams and made life a bleak and empty hell. Curses did not shake the ground and hiss into the night. They were personal and silent and terrible punishments. But his laughter never came, dying in his throat as a chorus of screams echoed through the early evening.
He moved toward the door, stopping as Tomoyo held up her hand. “If you go out there,” she said, “you will die.”
“I am a god of war. I don’t fear death. I welcome it.” Kenshin smiled at her, the sharp, cruel grin he wore when the joy of battle sang in his veins. “I am not going to hide here while my allies are fighting.”
Tomoyo took a long breath, then nodded. “Fine. Then let’s go.” One hand reached to pat her neck. The tension in her jaw eased as her palm rested against her throat. She gave a slight smile as she pulled the barricade away from the door and stepped out into the cool evening.
The early evening was stained grey with seeping fog. It swirled through the shadows and over the rooftops, illuminated by the wan light of a waning moon. The smells of ash and blood permeated the mist, a heavy scent that burned in the nose. Kenshin ignored it, focused instead on the faint movement at the edges of his vision.
There were figures in the mist, he thought. But when he tried to look at them directly, there was nothing. Just the motion of the fog as it eddied around the corners of buildings and the leaf-heavy branches of trees.
“Stay close,” Tomoyo said, her voice soft, a whisper in the murk.
When Kenshin looked to her, she was barely visible, a shape made ethereal in the night. Her brilliant green gaze, the only familiar part of her. “I don’t know why you came with me.” It troubled him, though he couldn’t say why.
She scoffed, but didn’t answer.
He might have asked more, but up ahead he saw a Sanada encampment, hung with the familiar red banner. There should have been soldiers up and moving around, or gathered by the low-burning fires. But there was no one.
Kenshin continued forward, his steps deliberate, a growing dread in his gut. At the first campfire, he found half eaten food on the ground, a half-cleaned sword lying beside its sheath, and an open jug of cheap alcohol. The nearby tents were empty of all but the heavy mist, though there were packs and sleeping mats, other personal items. Signs that someone was here, and only recently gone.
Tomoyo walked behind him, tense and wary. She didn’t seem surprised by the empty camp or the belongings lying scattered on the ground.
“What is this?” Kenshin turned to confront her, a roiling sensation in his gut.
She took a breath, shifting to her back foot as if getting ready to run or attack. “I told you. This town is cursed. We sent messages to the Sanada. We warned them.”
His mismatched gaze took in her expression, her posture, the bitter twist to her lips. He did not think she was lying. “Tell me what this curse is.”
Tomoyo opened her mouth to reply, but her words were swallowed up in a sudden shift of the fog.
If she spoke, Kenshin did not hear her. His ears were filled with the susurration of the mist, like dry leaves in an autumn wind or the creaking of old bones. A whistling scream, distant and muffled. He whirled, eyes searching for an enemy, something he could fight and cut and kill.
There was nothing. Only the endless eddying fog, pressing at his eyes, pushing into his nostrils and mouth. A thick, foul thing, cold and damp. Kenshin stumbled back, hands at his face as if to pull the mist away. He could not breathe; he could not see. His curled fingers caught nothing as they dragged against his skin.
“No.” The word rang in the heavy air like the clear tones of a bell.
Kenshin felt a hand on his arm, and through the cloying whiteness, he saw a faint glow. The mist slid away from him, melting into the evening air. He found himself leaning into Tomoyo’s touch, warmth seeping into him from her palm. It eased the tension in his body, the rattle of fight or flee fading. He shut his eyes, just for a heartbeat, allowing himself this moment to enjoy the sensation. Then he straightened, forcing his thoughts back to the danger around him.
“What was that?” His gaze snapped to Tomoyo, wary but grateful for her intervention.
“You could say thank you. I just saved your life.” She crossed her arms and watched him.
Kenshin felt a tug in his chest, an unexpected warmth at her indomitable attitude. Nothing, he thought, could conquer this woman. The notion made him feel oddly proud of her. “Thank you,” he murmured.
Mollified, she dropped her arms to her side. “Those were the spirits of the dead, and those they have taken.” Tomoyo looked grimly toward the heavy mist that still surrounded them. “Any caught out after dark may be taken by them. But they target those that live by violence.” Her jade eyes took on a glow of their own, fey and primal. “I told you this place is cursed.”
“Then we must find the commander’s tent.” He took a breath and tried to imagine the map, overlaid now atop mist and death. “We should head this way -” Kenshin gestured in the direction of the hill where the Sanada encampment should be. It was obscured completed by the darkness and fog, and he wasn’t certain of the direction, but any direction was better than standing still and waiting to die.
Tomoyo nodded. “Alright. What happens if we get to your commanders?”
Her question surprised him. He paused, an odd feeling moving through him. “I don’t know. I am only a soldier. They will point me at what they want to conquer and I will kill it.”
“And if it can’t be killed? Conquered?” Her gaze was so intent on him that Kenshin felt himself taken by it. Held in place, if that place was the green fire of her eyes.
He knew the answer. He would die trying, his honor worth more than his life. “I -”
She interrupted. “We should move. I can only hold them off for so long.” Tomoyo began walking in the direction he’d gestured. “You should stay close.”
Kenshin fell into step with her, close enough that their arms brushed against each other. The sensation was strangely intimate and familiar. As if she’d always been right there at his side. He pushed the thought away. “How do you keep them back,” he asked, remembering the moment she’d touched him and driven back the dead.
Tomoyo shrugged. “A bit of magic. I . . . protected you with a charm of life. It has the essence of the living in it, but it can’t protect us from everything.”
“You are . . . Onmyōji?”
She laughed, the joyful sound at odds with the terrifying night. “No. I run a tavern. But I’ve picked some things up along the way.”
Kenshin felt himself smiling. “Like fighting?”
“Yes, that too.” She nudged his arm playfully. “What about you? Any skills besides beauty and murder?”
“A few,” he muttered, feeling heat creep into his cheeks. “I keep rabbits.”
Tomoyo laughed again, and the sound squeezed Kenshin’s heart. “Rabbits? I wouldn’t have guessed that.” She tapped her lips with a delicate fingertip. “You clearly have a taste for good sake too.”
He shrugged, hoping she wouldn’t notice the warmth in his face. “I wouldn’t call that a skill.”
“Mmm. You’d be surprised. Some will drink anything as long as it gets them drunk. But learning to truly appreciate your liquor and wine? That counts.”
“Does it? I’ll have to remember that.” Kenshin paused, taking in her profile. She was so beautiful, he thought. Not in the way of an innocent maiden with all the benefits of youth. No. Tomoyo was a woman, with laugh lines around her mouth and creases beside her eyes from her smile. Her gaze held wisdom, and her heart, scars.
He felt drawn to her in a way he’d never experienced. There was lust, of course. The desire to see her, to trace the curves hinted at beneath her kimono. But more, he felt as if he could spend weeks listening to her voice. That he could tell her anything, even the secrets he could not admit to himself. It was as if he already knew her.
“ . . . just seems silly to me.”
Kenshin realized he missed what she said just as she looked to him expectantly. “Silly?”
“The idea of one warlord conquering everything. I don’t understand why the great families can’t simply live in harmony.” Tomoyo sighed. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Your commander should be just up this hill, yes?”
He tried to see some sign of the Sanada camp, but there was only the mist spinning and shifting in the darkness. “Perhaps.”
They began to hear the shouts of men and the roar of monstrous mounts as they ascended the hill. The fog lightened with nearby campfires, and sudden, sharp bursts of unnatural lightning. Kenshin launched into a run, and Tomoyo followed closely behind.
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Gave my boi some party clothes for his sengoku birthday party (he would be turning 23)
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Missed drawing these two. Just two dummies far from home.
[Do NOT Repost!]
Likes and Reblogs always appreciated.
#ikemen sengoku#ikesen#ikesen yukimura#ikesen oc#my art#ikesen fanart#ikemen sengoku yukimura#yukimura sanada#otome game#ikemen series#cybird ikemen#ikemen sengoku fanart#fanart
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Title: Help Wanted
Event: Mayday Heyday OC Exchange 2024 organized by @lorei-writes and @olivermorningstar
Giftee: @fighting-and-drawing
OC/Fandom: Thai Bulan / Ikemen Sengoku
Genre: Urban Fantasy AU
Warnings: Very Large Spider, some violence (involving said arachnid)
Word Count: 1500
See notes/dedications at end
As the sun sunk, building shadows elongated, creating patches of darkness on narrow, meandering streets. Parts of the city had been planned; every road numbered and set out in a precise grid. This was not one of those parts. If anyone planned out the Echigo district, they had done so by tossing noodles onto a map and putting the streets where they landed.
Thai was following their progress on a phone app, and wondered if his driver actually knew where to go. At least once the Uber doubled back, taking a longer, indirect route. As a precaution, Thai made an obvious show of texting the driver’s information to “a friend” (his own cloud account).
In truth, there were no friends to wonder or worry if he disappeared into a void, never to return.
Too many things had disappeared for him this year, the most pressing being a promised job, the one he had uprooted his life for. He’d travelled over 1000 miles, only to discover the job no longer existed. The entire company no longer existed – it had fallen victim to a takeover by Oda International, then dismantled. All previous employees were fired, all pending job offers rescinded.
Now trapped in a new country, with unpaid moving expenses, a dwindling bank account, and no solution for either, he was desperate for work… any kind. Having burned his bridges back home, in fact, having firebombed those bridges, he –
Screech!
The Uber slammed to a stop in the middle of the street, nearly garroting Thai with his own seatbelt. “Get out.” The driver flicked the automatic locks. “Now.”
He checked his phone. “We’re nowhere near-“
“Get out, or ride back to the city with me, but this car goes no further. Not here. Not after sunset.” The driver pulled a thick cudgel out from under the seat. “Yokai. It’s not worth my life to drive through the district.”
No use arguing with superstition. Grumbling to himself, Thai climbed out, then leaped for the gutter as the car zoomed away. He was surprised it hadn’t taken his leg off with it when it sped into the night.
The lights and press of the city’s humanity were far behind. Here in this strange neighborhood, the sounds were alien. No traffic hum or buzz of neon, just a steady drip drip drip of thick liquid onto pavement. The road was gritty, he could feel tiny grains of gravel and dirt slipping under his feet. A stench of rotting garbage hung in the air, dense, motionless, as if not even the wind would dare come to this place. Even the graffiti was different: its colors sharper, appearing bioluminescent, glowing talismans against evil.
Or warnings.
No… he was being fanciful. The driver’s obvious fear had gotten into his head. He wasn’t a big man, but he moved with strength and purpose. He wasn’t worth attacking, was not, even in his best interview outfit, dressed in a way that would not suggest wealth. Because there was no wealth. Even less now that most of his remaining funds had just sped away with the Uber. He’d have to walk the rest of the way.
At least he was within walking distance, as confirmed by his smartphone’s GPS. The voice of the AI (“Alex,” programmed with a soothing attractive Australian accent) told him to continue along this road another 500 meters.
Good thing I’m still within view of a satellite.
Plonk.
Something wet dripped on him and he squinted up at the tangle of ivy that covered the wall of a warehouse. Ivy? In the middle of the city? No time to investigate, he was already late for the interview. Besides… there was something sinister about that mass of ivy, as if it hid watching eyes.
When, as Alex directed, he turned left at a street so narrow he’d have hesitated to call it a street at all, something skittered past his leg, something furry and malevolent.
Yokai…
It had been a cat. Or… a very large rat (not that that possibility was reassuring).
Still, with Alex giving him updated directions he felt almost comforted. As if the AI was his friend, a non-judgmental friend who would help him navigate the worst of life’s bumps. If only Alex had told him, “Stay in college. Don’t move to a foreign country, don’t break up with -.”
Crash! Thud. Ooof!
“You have arrived, mate.” The AI went silent.
Arrived where?
The noises were coming from the bar on his left. With late summer humidity streaking the window, he’d missed the sign. Kasugayama. Through the fogged glass, he could see two shapes locked in battle.
Anyone might have been forgiven if they’d performed a 500 meter sprint back to relative safety. But acting on instinct, an instinct that he cursed a moment later, Thai ran into the bar. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting. Expectations and instincts did not generally go together. Still, one might have expected a simple bar fight, or a less simple robbery. And not… a spider the size of a pony.
Yokai…
There was probably a more proper name for a spider demon, but Thai’s language skills temporarily deserted him.
Of all the gin joints…
Spiders… why did it have to be spiders?
Why am I thinking in movie quotations?
Fighting the spider was a man who wielded a pool cue as expertly as a spear. But the spider had a six arm advantage and…
Sproing!!!
Holy fuck… it can jump!
That damn instinct took over again and Thai grabbed a chair and threw it at the spider. This had the stunning effect of breaking the chair and getting the thing’s attention. It charged toward him, then screeched when the other man drove the pool cue into its butt.
Now it’s just pissed off.
Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Thai flipped himself over the bar top, grabbed a bottle from the speed rail, and smashed it on the edge of the sink. The scent of fermented rice mixed with the aromas of spider goo and blood. The blood belonged to a rather nasty looking slash on the man’s leg. The spider goo was … well, obvious.
At the sound of the breaking glass, the spider scuttled toward him again, a glare of uncanny intelligence in its red eyes. Thai slashed furiously with his improvised weapon, drawing more goo from the spider, and dammit, there was a paring knife right there on the garnish station.
The spider jumped to the bar top, stretching out a spindly leg (arm?) toward him. Thai switched the bottle to his other hand, grabbed the knife, and slammed it down on the arm/leg, severing it at a joint. The limb snapped off with a sickening crunch and slid halfway across the room. The spider emitted a high-pitched shriek, then the other man drove the pool cue through its head.
It twitched three times, then went still.
In the sudden silence, Thai could hear himself and the other man breathing.
Later, he might think back and take in details – the man’s warm brown eyes, the feel of the sticky floor under his feet and the flicker and hum of fluorescent lights. But the instinct that drove him into this place took over again. While the other man retrieved a well-used first aid kit and treated the slash on his leg, Thai soothed his jangled, spider-hating nerves with the ritual of cleaning. Wipe down the bar top. Sterilize the knife. Sweep up the glass…
Noticing the pool cue samurai was eyeing a bottle of iichiko Shochu, Thai poured him a glass, adding blood orange juice, tonic water and ice when prompted.
Finally the other guy spoke. “No idea why you came crashing in like a wild boar, but… thanks.” The blunt speech was softened with a wry smile.
“Job interview? Advertisement for a barback?” Thai unearthed his phone, getting ready to pull up the confirmation email. “I’m Thai Bulan.”
“Oh, shit.” The other man raked his hands through a mop of sweat-soaked brown hair. “It completely went out of my head. Sanada Yukimura.” He bowed. “Any chance you still want the job?”
It had been listed as minimum salary, but it did come with the mention of a studio apartment above the bar. “Um.” Thai indicated the spider. “Is that what happened to the previous barback?”
“No. This… was new. Never seen one those in here before.” Yukimura took a deep breath. “The last guy quit. Kasugayama’s owner is a bit… unique.”
Then, with what might have been called perfect timing, the front door opened and a man with heterochromatic eyes entered and surveyed the scene. He eyed the dead spider. “Good. I was in the mood for takeout.”
He pulled a sword out of the scabbard on his waist and cleanly sliced off a limb. Then, gnawing on it like it was a turkey leg and he was some medieval king, he disappeared into a back office.
Thai took the job.
Thank you @lorei-writes and @olivermorningstar for organizing this event (and it was super organized with check ins and google docs and everything I could ask for. If they ever do another event, jump at the chance to join).
To @fighting-and-drawing , I really hope I have done Thai justice. Heart of The Warrior has been one of my favorite Ikemen Sengoku fanfics (I've read it more than once), and I was thrilled when I learned you were the giftee. I'm not nearly as confident writing fight scenes though, so I hope it made sense. And yes, I was the anon who asked you what Yukimura might order in a modern bar (and then had to figure out whether he would still drink a sweet cocktail after killing a giant spider).
To anyone else reading this, I encourage anyone interested in reading a fantastically well written, well researched Ikesen longfic to read Heart of The Warrior either here or here
#OCExchange2024#mayday heyday#ikemen sengoku#fanfic#ikesen yukimura#oc Thai Bulan#Urban Fantasy AU#AU#heart of a warrior#ikesen oc#cw spiders#tw spiders
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Mayday! Heyday OC Gift Exchange is here and ready to bloom! All we need is a bunch of gardeners to join us in our greenhouse for some idea harvest ;)
As the name suggests, Mayday! Heyday! OC Gift Exchange is an event aimed at OC creators. Celebrate the creativity that goes into creating your own characters to insert into canon – with gifts! >:)
Who can join the event?
Fandoms: IkeSen, IkeVamp, IkePri
Must have an OC.
Additionally, you must have Tumblr DMs enabled or provide us with alternative means of communication.
What are the submission requirements?
FanFic: 1-1.5k words
FanArt: sketch or flat colour; no full rendering
SFW only
We are also open to other types of submissions, such as moodboard sets, playlists, doodle sets, shorter drabbles or a mix of those. In case of doubt, please, contact @lorei-writes or @olivermorningstar – we will approach every single case individually.
What about scheduling?
Sign-ups close on March 17th, 11PM CET.
Giftees should be assigned between March 21st and March 24th.
You will have at least a month and a half to complete your project. Any further details will be communicated later during check-ins.
Check-ins?
We expect to check-in with you three weeks into the event and then a week before the end of it. The first check-in is to see whether everything is working out, whether you don’t need some extra information if you’ve already started working on your project, etc. We’d like to hear about your progress during the second check-in.
Obviously, you can reach out to us anytime on your own! :) We’d be happy to help with anything.
How do I sign-up?!
Step #1: Prepare your OC(s) form(s)! (Can be compiled in a single google doc)
Name:
Universe:
Pairing / Ship:
Personal Details (likes, dislikes, any information you consider necessary, etc.):
Appearance (possibly with visual reference):
Personality:
Backstory (summary):
Do’s / Don’ts (crucial details that must not be omitted, anything you'd never want to see your OC doing, etc.):
Reference (links to works featuring them, moodboards, etc.):
Step #2: Fill out our Sign-Ups Survey [Link].
We’ll be waiting for you >:) Again, do not hesitate to contact us in case of any doubts.
~ @olivermorningstar & @lorei-writes
Boosting would be appreciated. <;3
#ikepri#ikemen prince#ikepri oc#ikemen prince oc#ikesen#ikemen sengoku#ikesen oc#ikemen sengoku oc#ikevamp#ikevam#ikemen vampire#ikevamp oc#ikevam oc#ikemen vampire oc
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I've finally made these insta posts for Misaki! The AU lore under the cut!
Misaki is a law collage dropout; she's always wanted to follow a more artistic path but she never had the courage to go against her parents wishes. However, the pressure becomes too much and she drops out. Her dad gets pretty pissed, he decides to cut her out unless she agrees to work for a year at the Oda & Partners Law firm, thinking perhaps this will set her straight and get her to study law again. If she does this, then he will support her financially with art as a hobby.
Her father takes her to the Oda's office, where they talk with Nobunaga, the boss, who assigns Mitsuhide to have her under his wing. So, Misaki gets to work and figure out how to be a good assistant to Mitsuhide.
The more time they spend together, the more she thinks she might enjoy going back to law... until she gets jealous and suddenly realizes it's not the work she's liking. It's him. Mitsuhide. She starts to respond to his teasing and eventually confesses. They try to keep it lowkey at work but there's no fooling anyone in the office, they all know.
Small drabble for them! <3 suggestive but not explicit at all.
"Mitsuhide, it's lunch time."
"Huh? Go ahead without me, little mouse."
Misaki huffs. She steps further into his office, closing the door behind her. Everyone has gone to the restaurant in the corner, so she doesn't bother locking the door. Mitsuhide looks up from his papers, carefully watching her. There's a glint of curiosity on his golden eyes.
She sits down on his lap, her arms sneaking around his neck. Mitsuhide inmediatly grabs at her waist. He smirks. "Mhm, what will you do, I wonder?"
Misaki kisses the corner of his lips. "You've got to eat something. You haven't had anything but coffee this morning."
"Oh, I'm starting to feel hungry," he replies. "I'm thinking about eating up a little mouse," he adds, the hand on her hip squeezing softly. Misaki's cheeks turn pink and she hides her face on his neck as he chuckles softly at her reaction.
"Don't start something you won't be able to finish."
"You think I wouldn't?" He says, his voice dropping into a hushed, seductive whisper.
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soo I actually did end up drawing Kajal’s familiars!!
(did I just add an extra “n” to Kannu bc my mom told me it would be cute? yes.)
Anyways yeah, they just wander the halls of Gedonelune Royal Magic Academy and look for fun things to report to Kajal XD
(alsoo for all my fellow ikeseries ppl when i use my oc Kajal for the ikeseries Khol is usually her lil companion^^ for ikesen specifically he has play fights with Shogetsu, legitimate beef w/ Shippo and is homies w/ Oboro, Chimaki, Haguro and Kunai :PP)
#multifandom oc#original character#shall we date wizardess#shall we date wizardess heart#wizardess heart#oc#art#oc art#familiars#this was my first time drawing a raccoon!#im actually so weirdly proud of this???#ikesen#ikemen sengoku#ikeseries#my mom rly likes kannu#yippeee
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