rise of the samurai

Hope is Everywhere.

Samurai Jack Season 5 Episode 6. Man, what a great episode. So many cameos. So many emotions. I particularly liked how Jack’s depression was manifested in the ghost samurai and that Ashi fought with him just as much with words as with action. Thank goodness he took up the fight against himself again. Rise Jack, go and find your sword and hold on to hope.

I just watched the new Samurai Jack trailer, and when I saw blood, ACTUAL BLOOD, I realized there was something… kinda low-key surreal about it. On one hand, due to modern cartoons that push the edge and the fandoms of such that push the edge over the cliff, I’m kinda unfazed. On the other hand, watching the original Samurai Jack, it’s like they go out of their way to censor the bloodshed, by using robots and oil instead. Seeing Jack get stabbed is something to be expected in angsty fanart, but for it to be actually canon??? Holy frick.

This is gonna be a fricking experience man.

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[Scotsman speech - XCIV]

“Hold it!, you’re not going anywhere ya’ big Buffoon”

“I’m sorry, old man, I think you’re lost”

“I ain’t lost, ya tree orge”

“I might be old, but I’ve lived long enough to see the world rise against your tyranny, Amit it ya big oaf! You’re scared. The Samurai is still out there inspiring people by the thousands. After all of these years, you’re powerless against him. You’ve been shivering like a wee baby, hiding in your crib. Afraid to show yourself cause ya know he’s out there and you can’t do anything about it. You’re just a big Baby.
Why don’t you go cry to your mama!”
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Loved this moment from the Scotsman, it truly shows how brave and compassionate he is about people and Jack.

{Samurai Jack season 5 - episode XCVI}

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Samurai Jack Epilogue

Major Spoilers Ahead

Centuries have passed, but the Samurai still has not aged. 

Empires rise and fall; allies are born and enemies die. The samurai even meets a few familiar faces; strangers the Samurai had met in a previous life, who accept the Samurai in open arms as if he were an old friend from a faint memory of a time that doesn’t exist.

He spends his life travelling the globe helping those in need as the world around him continues to shrink. The shape shifting master of darkness might be gone, but evil continues to exist. The Samurai’s immortality- the last remnant of his former mortal enemy- has become a force for good.

The Samurai will one day find himself on a path both familiar and unfamiliar; in a robot graveyard never touched by his sandals, despite the fact that he had been there twice before. 

By this time, the Samurai mind will have aged gracefully with wisdom, though his body remains young. By all means, the Samurai had lived far more than a full life; he had saved the world multiple times and continues to inspire new heroes everyday. By all accounts, he should be satisfied. And yet the silken black maine growing out of his face serves as a reminder of a time that only exists as a memory. The Samurai is on this path for a reason.

He will be approached a large blue man in sunglasses; a guardian who protects a magical time portal where all realities exist simultaneously. This will not be the first time the two have met.

The man will challenge the Samurai to a duel, and the two will fight… not as enemies, but as allies well aware of what the outcome will be. But before the fight begins, the samurai will ask the man a question.

“Where is Ashi”

MY BIG FAT KAKASAKU FANFICTION COLLECTION

EDIT 05/26/16: If the links to the fics don’t show up, please go to http://kidcrooner.tumblr.com/KSFanficDirectory. Some tumblr update apparently disabled all the links on this post. sorry for the inconvenience!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS! This is late, but hey, here it is! I’ve been marathon-ing kakasaku fics recently since i NEEDED to satisfy my shipper heart before i drop everything and become serious for school next year.

Includes (*=contains some nsfw elements):

  • (20) (High) School AU
  • (25) Modern day AU (general)
  • (13) Fantasy/Sci-Fi AU (with sub-AUs indicated)
  • (04) Historical Romance AU
  • (19) Specific-book/movie AU/Crossover
  • (11) Time Travel AU
  • (11) Generation/Age Swap AU
  • (08) Co-Habitation AU
  • (07) Trapped in a Jutsu AU
  • (03) One of them is not Konoha Shinobi AU
  • (13+01) One of them has kids/Sakura gets pregnant AU
  • (18) One of them is Hokage AU
  • (07) Ghost and Living Person AU
  • (05) Amnesia Fics
  • (08) My Favorite kind of Sakura (where Sakura is a step ahead of Kakashi)
  • (22) In-Narutoverse, Mission Plots
  • (65) In-Narutoverse, Relationship-driven Multi-chapters
  • (46) NSFW (a large portion of the fic is NSFW)
  • (04) OT3
  • (93) Various Oneshots (Happy, Sad, Crack, etc.)
  • (27) Drabble and Oneshot Collections
  • (07) Unclassified Fics (I dont want to spoil them by classifying/i can’t classify them)
  • (04+(01)) NON-KAKASAKU FICS with platonicKakasaku <3
  • (11) Notable Naruto Fanfics

[DISCLAIMER/S]:

  1. I can’t guarantee consistent quality, characterizations and moral inclinations in all fanfics since i ’collect’ fics according to a mental checklist i have. For example, even if I do hold a Sakura as someone who can only have intimate relations with someone she’s emotionally invested in as my headcanonHarunoSakura, i can still cherish a Sakura who does one night stands (but not so much a Sakura that is reduced to an absolute mess just because a man is shirtless or someone says the word “penis.” she IS a medic, guys. she can’t possibly be THAT shy about it).
  2. There’s a LOT of NSFW fics floating around, which means there’s a lot of Fics that have made me go “NOPE! 8D” but i decided to include them since i liked some specific thing in it (plot, fluffy moment, characterization, etc) and i float different boats depending on the day. what i could probably HATE WITH A BURNING PASSION TODAY, i might be able to forgive tomorrow.
  3. I included the dates when it was last updated so that you can decide for yourself whether or not you’re going to be emotionally invested in something that was left hanging or was deliberately discontinued.

With that in mind, please enjoy!

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katanas & samurais

@theredpalace continued from here.

“Yes! And look!” With a small grunt of exertion, he held up a heavy, iron, practice sword. “I used the weighted sword!”

Musashi, technically, wasn’t allowed to use the weighted sword yet. But while Musashi was discouraged from wielding a real sword for practice, he still found ways to bend the rules to prevent from actually breaking them.

“It’s…it’s not ours!” He defended quickly. “I borrowed this from the ninja academy. So I’m not breaking the rules right if its not our sword?”

“Musashi, I told you not to use the weighted sword yet. You have not yet mastered your katas using the bokken,” sternly said, Madara’s eyebrows pushed together.

“You could injure yourself–you could injure your muscles and you could never live up to your true potential. Do you wish to stunt yourself? To destroy your dream of becoming a samurai?”

“I am not worried about harming the sword, silly child, I am worried about you harming yourself unintentionally.”

You're welcome (Aku Version)

I see what’s happening here You’re face to face to darkness and it’s strange You don’t even know how you feel, it’s adorable! It’s nice to see that samurais never change Open your eyes let’s begin Yes it’s really me it’s Aku bring it in I know it’s a lot the horns, the eyes! When you’re staring at a demon rise What can I say except … DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEE

kissesonly2  asked:

What would lords reacted if mc was crying secretly? Also in include Ieyasu cox he's my favorite!!!

This isn’t really “crying secretly,” per se– but, to be fair, at least one of them doesn’t know about the crying, right? hehehe

Tokugawa Ieyasu came to with a muted groan, eyes bleary and chasing after the restful slumber that slowly slipped away from him. A glance to the window gave him only a sprinkling of stars, without even a whisper of the indigo that heralded dawn’s arrival. It must, then, have still been late in the night– he had retired unusually early that evening, and with every intent to have you keep him company for quite a while.

Surely your presence was an intrusion, you had almost protested– all he would do, most evenings you attended him, was read. You would write in your diary and recipe book or mend some clothing, and return to your room when Ieyasu was ready to turn in for the night. Somehow, it was frustrating. It baffled you as to why he even bothered to call for your service when he clearly didn’t need your assistance with anything. Once, you had asked him why, and all he gave in reply was a grin, taunting, as if to say, “Why not? Were you expecting more?”

So, knowing from experience you would get no straight answer, you had resigned yourself to your routine, following your lord to his chambers with the latest piece of clothing for the needle and thread. When it became time for bed, however, he had requested you stay with him, and sleep by his side tonight. 

You, all a-fluster, had made to slip away with polite deflection, a deep pink blooming on your cheeks, but the look he had given you– oh, that look that caught not just in your throat but settled in your heart, that made you crave his embrace, to take him into your own– had stopped you before you could utter a word and charmed you into staying.

Now, in the dead of the night, Ieyasu found himself gazing at your sleeping face. How remarkable, he thought to himself, that this girl is, to me…

His thoughts trailed off when he heard a whimper escape your lips, followed by a hitched breath.His eyebrows furrowed. Were you… crying? He brought his hand up to brush the corner of your eye, only for it to come away wet. You were definitely crying, and still deeply asleep, a helpless thrall to whatever dreams plagued you in your slumber.

“Troublesome wench…” he murmured, and though his words expressed annoyance, his actions were another thing entirely, even for himself. Carefully, he put his arms about you, wary of waking you up. Once you were secured in his arms, he gently manoeuvred you to rest on his chest, and simply held you while you slept, occasionally accenting the silence with small sobs and hiccups. Soon, your breathing evened out, and Ieyasu felt sleep coming back to him. 

With the last of his awareness, he felt about for your hand, entwining it with his– how strange, how comforting, how warm– and closed his eyes, waiting for a wonderful morning with you.