#I was also so tempted to get him in moon white to make him like more pale than any of my dolls

[squinch-depraved]

i can never get enough of breeding kink schlatt. it’s like a disease. i think about it all the time

this is a topic that also weighs very heavy on my tiny little brain. thank you for an excuse to write about it

you breathed in, eyes fluttering closed at schlatt's cool touch on your stomach. the only light illuminating your body streamed in from the window across the room, city lights casting a lone, long stretch of dim glow all the way through the room. it cut across your midsection, perfectly casting a light on your boyfriend's face as he leaned down to kiss your bare navel. he swiped his tongue across your skin, taking in the airy moans you let out, and held you down by your hips for a moment before pressing a final kiss to your stomach and pulling away to look at you.

he looked angelic lit up by only the moon and the neverending glow of new york city. his fluffy brown curls, tousled and soft, and a calm expression on his face as he peered down at you made you swear he never looked more heavenly. you sighed a dreamy sigh, earning a smirk from him and rousing him to slip off your panties. the cool night air greeted your drenched core and sent a shiver up your spine.

he smiled softly and dipped his finger into you, slowly sliding it all the way in and out a few times before finally removing it and pulling his shirt off, followed by his boxers. you gawked at his massive form hovering over you as he lined himself up and pushed his cock into you. you took all of him greedily, moaning softly into his mouth while you kissed.

he started slow, pumping into you forcefully in a successful effort to hit your deepest, most delicious spots. a grunt tore from your throat every time his tip brushed your cervix.

"i'm gonna cum in you tonight," he panted simply. the statement was not a question in any way, he was merely letting you know how he planned to use you. "gonna fill you up and give you my baby. you want my baby, toots?"

you groaned and clawed at his back. "yes, j, please, gimme your cum," you babbled. "wanna be full with your baby and have everyone know you did it to me," your voice trailed off with a yelp as he began thrusting harder.

"can't get the image of you all round with my kid in your belly outta my head," he smirked. "just wanna pump you full of cum and plug you up 'til it takes."

"please!!" you cried.

"you're awfully brave, tempting me like this, doll. what if i did knock you up? then you'd be just another broad havin' some rich guy's bastard kid," schlatt said, pushing your legs up further so he had you almost folded in half. a whorish noise fell from your lips as his far-reaching cock combined with his thumb rubbing circles into your clit spurred on a burning pleasure, settling in your core.

"gonna be so full of my kids, baby," he mumbled. his thumb continued working on your sensitive nub, taking you through your third orgasm of the night. once you came for him, this time on his cock, he began bucking his hips into you more forcefully, as if he was waiting for you to finish for him to really go for it. "so round, so big with my dna. you're gonna be so fuckin' beautiful, growin' my babies in that gorgeous womb." he spoke like a starved man, intensity in his voice growing and leaking desperation as he approached his high. "i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna fuckin' fill you up, i'm gonna-"

he fucked into you hard, surely bruising your insides before you felt him paint your walls with his white ropes. "take my fuckin' kids, take it, doll, attagirl," he rambled as he came in you. he collapsed on top of you after a moment and refused to pull out. "how am i gonna make sure it works if i don't keep you plugged full and under me?" he asked with a smile. you rolled your eyes playfully and fell asleep, comforted by the weight of the man you trusted most on top of you.

yeah breeding kink schlatt will return don't worry friends this is merely a taste

[aro-tarot]

Also, I just realized that he'll be my first half open eyes doll.

[gojosatorubrainrot]

The only real thing in here is you and me

•Summary: you are having a nightmare and Satoru is there to reassure you as the good and caring boyfriend he is

•Feat: Satoru Gojo x Reader

•Content: fluff, hurt/comfort, protective Satoru, insecure reader, Satoru being the perfect boyfriend

•Author's note: since I'm person who usually has nightmares and wakes up in the middle of the night scared and needs to be hugged, I decided to write this if some of you feel identified 🥹

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Alone

That is how you are feeling at this moment. All your beloved relatives left you to rest in peace in the other side. But that wasn't the reason why you feel that way. You assumed that day would come so you were kinda prepare to say goodbye to them.

You feel alone because of him.

Because you had never thought that among all the people, he would let you at your mercy in this hard path called life.

It's worse than being all alone because of his eventual departure; he left you because he was tired of all of your problems: your complicated relationship you had with your parents before they passed away; your anxiety issues, low self streem and the bad conception you had of your own body; you never loved what you looked like in front of the mirror.

He was patient, comprehensive and caring everytime you came up with any of the topics mentioned before.

But he got tired; tired of each quarrel about how stubborn you were, how you didn't believe all those compliments he gave you, how beautiful you were to his eyes: you believed he was lying like everyone else did during your life.

You always thought he was like them; saying those beautiful words only to make you feel good, cared... loved, so you wouldn't complain about your look nor feel alone ever again.

You were standing in your house entrance dressed with one of his oversized shirts, seeing how his tall frame was walking across the street, to the opposite direction to your house: he was leaving you.

"Satoru, please! Don't leave me!"

You were shouting to him, tears falling down from your swollen eyes, having a tiny hope he would turn around and come back home. You hoped this was a joke, a really bad one: after all, he was the king of jokes.

But seeing your desperate shouts were causing no effect on him, you surrendered; you immediately fell on your knees, head in your hands, crying, sobbing, feeling how your heart was breaking in tiny little pieces because after all these years, he abandoned you. The only thing he had promised not to do so. He lied... as everyone did in your life

"Satoru, come back..." you were repeating to yourself, eyes fixed on the floor in astonishment, still believing this was a dream, you even pinched your cheeks but,then, you assumed this was the most real thing you ever lived through.

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It's a quiet and peaceful night, the room being lighten by the moon, the soft summer breeze moving the curtains while the white haired man, who barely gets some sleep, is looking at your sleeping silhouette, spellbound; he is tempted to trace your pinky cheeks with his long fingers, thanking the gods for letting him to have such a wonderful, kind and ethereal woman by his side.

He is also happy that you let him in, to get to know you more, your secrets, insecurities, your anxiety issues and mostly your low self esteem. He was always aware of when you were feeling uncomfortable or uneasy by only looking at how you usually furrow your eyebrows with disgust and that is when he immediately knows that you are not okay anymore.

He would instantly drop everything he was doing, even canceling meetings with the higher ups so he can spend the rest of the day with his girl, spoling her with her favorite snacks, cuddling in bed while watching her favorite movies/TV shows but mostly; being with you when you most needed him.

Suddenly his daydreaming is interrupted when he feels you started to move in the middle of your sleep, droplets of sweat in your forehead, making some strands of hair stucked to it. You were babbling nonsense; at first he decided to ignore it since you usually have dreams like that, but when you screamed his name in a terrified way all of sudden, that really caught his attention.

By the time you are slowly realizing that all was a nightmare, you feel those familiar arms around you, his chest pressed in your back, feeling his increased heartbeats and his head buried in your neck. You can't help but start crying because you thought your worst fear came true.

You felt relieved, it wasn't.

"Shh shh, it's okay, baby. I'm here" he whispers to your ear, your body still trembling, hard breaths leaving your mouth, shock running through your body, like you were paralyzed. "It was a bad dream, sweets. It wasn't real. The only thing that is real in this room is you and me" he says this giving your cheek smooches as you begin to calm down.

"Toru..." your voice trembles, tears showing at the corner of your eyes, all that you want is being wrapped in those arms, the ones that always make you feel safe, loved and most of all, that the strongest sorcerer, the love of your life, Satoru Gojo, your Toru, is by your side another day.

He breaks the embrace and move in the mattress so he can be in front of you, to do what he does best: to be there for you.

"I'm here, sweets" he cups your face so you are looking at his cerulean eyes filled with worry.

It breaks his heart to see you at such vulnerable condition, being aware of he wasn't able to do something to prevent you from having that nightmare.

He put a strand of hair behind your ear in a delicate way as if you were about to break in tiny little pieces, without breaking the eye contact.

Satoru won't ask you about your nightmare, but, he can guess it was related to him. It's not the first time you woke up in such state; the first time you did it, it turned out you dreamt about Satoru dying in your arms after visiting him in Shoko's infirmary due a bad injury during one of his missions.

It was extremely hard to him to calm you down after you told him every detail of it, so he didn't want you to freak out again, you have already dealt with too much pain during your sleep.

"I'm here, love. I'll never leave you by your own. I never break my promises, especially if they involve the love of my life, you" he says giving a sweet and gentle kiss in the tip of your nose, then, in your left cheek, the other and finally, in your lips. He was pampering you with all the love he has for you, his everything.

It was a kiss filled with love, devotion, adoration but mostly, with care. You close your eyes, your chest inflates with a warm feeling that you only feel with Satoru; you will always feel safe if he is by your side.

"Let's go to bed, baby. Try to get some sleep, and remember, I'm always here no matter what, okay?"

You nodded and let Satoru tuck you in, covering your body with the sheets and then he did the same placing himself behind you, hugging you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands placed in your low belly. His face was buried in the crook of your neck, feeling his warm breathing.

That is all you needed. To feel alive, to feel safe, to feel this is real

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© GOJOSATORUBRAINROT— do not plagiarise, repost, use or translate my works on any platform.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

Mr and Mrs Knight

Steven Grant (Marc Spector + Jake Lockley) x Curvy!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, body dysmorphia, smut, suit kink, glove kink, fingering, PiV sex, creampie, squirting, misuse of The Suit™ (and truncheons), cosplay, established relationship, fluff

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: I am unashamed to admit that suits are fucking hot and the shit they do to me is what I imagine straight men feel when they see a VS model in lingerie. And Steven is hot. So is Marc. And Jake and Oscar in general you get the rest. Imagine the Mrs Knight suit looks something like this. (Also featuring the headcanons by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction for Jake's craftiness!)

Taglist: @mundivagantsoul @belle-oftheball34 @steven-grants-world @denile-xo @whatevenisagrapefruit @hagridnmegamind @sapphire-and-ruby

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It had been a banger of a night. A fun Halloween bash at the museum, amazing costumes, great food. Donna even seemed to be in a decent mood. But of course that woman could have been faking it.

You and Steven decided to go with matching costumes. In a gross abuse of Steven, Marc, and Jake's status as Moon Knight, you'd convinced him to use his "Mr Knight" suit as his costume.

Jake helped you make yours to match. Finding the majority was easy enough at thrift stores (despite Marc's insistence that you should buy a new one), the mask was what was the pain.

That's where Jake's expertise came in. Sure his main skill was in knitting, but that didn't mean the man wasn't nuanced in other ways to make clothes. You couldn't count how many times Jake would stitch up the seams of your favorite jacket that you just refused to throw away, or how many times he'd hit you with that smug smile when you blubbered about how awesome he was for giving extra life into your jacket so you could wear it juuuust a bit longer.

Your mask turned out to be almost a perfect replica of his, complete with glowing lenses to match Steven.

You were nervous when you got dressed, looking in your floor-length mirror at your reflection.

Your hair was pinned back neatly to allow you to pull the mask on or off (because unlike Steven's, which was magically suited--pun intended--to be comfortable) without much problem, and you would still appear "flawless" as Steven put it.

But right now, you were having second thoughts. You weren't sure you liked how the skirt fit you. Or the blazer.

The waistband of the skirt squeezed your waist and the rolls of your tummy, the creases in the fabric seemingly emphasizing every imperfection you saw in yourself.

Your transparent white stockings were not helpful either, the bands squished the fat of your thighs in a way that made them look like muffins, even moreso than your tummy. They kept rolling down so much you had to buy garters to wear beneath your skirt just so they'd stay up...

You frowned at your reflection as the skirt rode up your legs, showing off the cute lace trim of the stockings and your squishy thighs; honestly if you weren't careful, or you bent over the skirt would bare your ass to the whole party.

You were tempted to go and grab that last minute shitty vampire costume you had stashed away, when Steven walked in, already dressed immaculately in that gorgeous white suit of his.

He adjusted the tie, not looking at you as he does so.

"Hey, luv, I'm fairly ready. I can help you with your makeup now, if..." His eyebrows shoot up and his mouth feels suddenly very dry at the sight of you all dressed up.

His tongue darts out to swipe at his bottom lip, moistening it as he clears his throat.

"You look good."

"Oh.... Thanks." You mumble shyly, trying to pull the edges of the blazer down to cover the rolls poking out of your skirt a bit more.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, beautiful?" He said softly, moving up to you.

"I... I look like a marshmallow." You sigh hesitantly, your tone full of self-deprecation.

"Hey, now." Steven smiled sweetly, wrapping his arms around your waist as you tucked your face into his lapel.

"You're the most gorgeous marshmallow on the planet if that's the case." He told you, kissing the top of your head.

He felt something press down on him, and he looked up at the mirror, getting a full view of your back, but he saw Marc's face staring back at him with a cringed expression.

(Dude, that was the shittiest compliment ever. What woman wants to hear her being compared to a marshmallow??) He hissed.

Steven was about to retort, before you started bubbling out on laughter at how silly his compliment was.

"That was so corny." You snicker.

Steven gave a smug smirk at Marc before looking down at you with a soft, lovesick smile.

"Yeah, well, you love my sense of humor, eh?" He winked.

"Yeah... I guess I do." You smile back.

"Now, then! Your makeup. Let's sit you down so I can work on it for you!"

Whenever you had your doubts about your appearance, Steven, Marc, or Jake would pipe in and alleviate your worries. Sometimes all three at once, though rapid switching would often cause problems for them (like migraines).

You kept your eyes closed as Steven carefully applied your highlighter to your cheekbones, the brush tickling your skin, his shaky breaths ghosting over your face.

He would mumble some curses when he messed up, but would correct his mistake.

When you had asked him where on earth he learned to contour and highlight he shyly admitted he watched half a dozen tutorials on YouTube to get it perfect for you.

You felt the coldness of the liquid eyeliner as he painted on the wings with the white liner, the silver and gold glitter further adding to your look.

"'Kay luv, open your eyes so I can apply your mascara." He murmured, looking down in your makeup kit for the said cosmetic.

Once he did, he pulled out the black tube and made sure there was no excess before he carefully combed the white creamy substance on your eyelashes, lightening them up to enhance the face he'd helped apply for you.

Once he was finished with both eyes, he leaned back and allowed you to blink, smiling that puppy dog smile of his in satisfaction at his handiwork before placing the mascara tube back in the kit.

He lifted his hand and shook the bottle of setting spray so you wouldn't accidentally sweat it off or wipe it off with something during the night (or god forbid it rub off on the inside of your mask).

"Close em again for me."

You couldn't help but smile at his level of gentleness and politeness.

You restrained from physically recoiling as the cold setting spray hit your skin and quickly dried.

"Now, do you want to put on lipstick now or when we get to the party?" He asked as he watched your sickeningly gorgeous lashes flutter open. All the white, silver, and hints of gold on your face enhanced your eyes and their color, the very depths of them stealing his breath away.

"We can do it now. I have liquid matte and regular lipstick." You reply, smiling once again.

"Which would you prefer?" Steven asked you.

"Whichever you think would look best."

He sucked in a breath that his lungs were suddenly starving for, and grabbed the liquid tube.

His hand gently cupped your chin as he brushed the satiny lipstick onto your lips, carefully lining them so it wasn't too much. He'd even dipped his finger in your cosmetic glitter and applied a very gentle amount.

"Gorgeous." He breathed.

"Aww..." You giggle, thankful for the glitter and makeup that hid your blush at his praise.

"Now then... Let's go, shall we?" He said, taking your hand to help you stand and slip in your white heels.

As the two of you left, Steven could hear Jake in the back of their headspace.

(Que hermosa... Be careful, hermanito. If she bends over, I just might take over for the rest of the night and have that ass for myself.)

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Mr and Mrs Knight. That's what you two went as for the party. You two even won the prize for best couples costume!

Sure it was just a gift card to some restaurant, but it was exhilarating to hear how people adored your matching outfits.

And you couldn't help but notice all night that Steven simply couldn't keep his hands off of you.

He would get like that sometimes; working himself up like that, but trying to be subtle. You knew it was only a matter of time before an awkward boner would be the cause for the two of you to leave early, so you excused yourself to the restroom under an excuse to check and see if your makeup needed retouching or if you could go the rest of the night without your mask.

But you got a little nervous when two women went into the lavatory after you, and you felt trapped within your stall. You simply couldn't stand the glances from other women you were getting all night. You were afraid these two women who were clucking at each other like hens were amongst the ones judging you.

And your fears were confirmed.

"I can't believe that such a handsome guy would pick a blimp to be his girlfriend." One of them scoffed as she applied a fresh layer of brick red lipstick. As if she didn't have enough on already.

You felt your heart sink further inside of you as the other joined in.

"I know, right? It's gotta be her tits, only thing I can imagine. Maybe her ass, too." The other laughed as she touched up the false blood on the corners of her mouth.

"Either that or she gives good enough head that he can overlook the fact that if she ever got on top she could crush him." The first one snickered.

Your hands knotted in the mask you held in your hands, threatening to tear the stitches Jake so lovingly sewed in for you to wear tonight. You bit the inside of your cheek harshly as the two gossiped further.

"Ugh, and the sad thing is, he's cute, for a bookworm who won't shut up." The second sighed.

"Ugh, I know... I can look past the blabbering if I can see what he's packing."

"Right? I wonder if he's as good with his mouth as he is with his stupid history facts." The first giggled.

You gritted your teeth. You couldn't take much more, you knew that. Insulting you, you could take and bottle up to deal with later, probably in the heat and privacy of your shower.

But talking about Steven like he's some kind of... sex toy? No. Hell no. If you were anything, you were insanely protective over your boys. Even bordering on possessive at times (of course the same was true for the boys about you).

You were done.

You slammed the stall door open and sort of enjoyed how startled they seemed when they saw you, their jaws dropping when it hit them that you heard everything.

You hurriedly wash your hands and slip your gloves back on, gripping your mask in your hand tight as you spare them a backwards glance before leaving the lavatory to find Steven.

You felt sick to your stomach and you wanted to go home...

When you found him, his brows knitted upwards in concern at how tight-lipped and tense you were when you gripped his sleeve tight.

"Ey luv, what's wrong?" He murmured to you, leading you away from the crowd.

"I... I just want to go home." You say, the words those women said about your body weighing down on you, and the things they said about Steven burning hot in your gut. You weren't sure what to feel with this cocktail of emotions.

"Hey hey, okay we can leave." He says, kissing you on the forehead.

"Let's go."

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The walk back to your flat was... Difficult. You could barely hold yourself together, suddenly hyper-aware of every roll and stretch mark on your body, even the slight double chin you had when you moved your head a certain way.

It wasn't until you were in the lift of your building that you finally broke down, your reflection staring back at you in the walls of the tiny space, crushing down on you with every imperfection you saw.

You couldn't keep in the bubbling sobs, or the fat tears that rolled down your cheeks and ruined the makeup Steven worked so hard to put on you.

He cradled you against him and cooed to you, saying sweet nothings and whispering nothing but praise for your looks, rubbing your back and kissing your hair.

In the various angles of the reflections, and the oppressive feeling weighing down on Steven... He could see and feel Marc and Jake.

Both looked pissed. Marc almost looked violent.

(If anybody talks like that about our muñeca again...) Jake trailed off.

(Oh trust me, I'll do the honors.) Marc growled.

The walk back into your flat felt horrid. You didn't just cry, you ugly-cried. You ruined your makeup, your hair fell out of the pins, and your skirt rode up more with every rushed step you took to hurry up and get in to get into some baggy clothes that didn't showcase your body.

You didn't feel cute or sexy anymore, you felt... ugly.

And Steven didn't like that one bit. Marc and Jake retreated, knowing that their anger at your injured self-opinion wouldn't help. This kind of situation was a Steven situation. He knew best how to be the sweetest person on the planet with you.

But right now he wasn't feeling particularly sweet. Sure, you were upset. But he couldn't help but get a good look at you as you walked ahead of him, the skirt riding up so much that he could just barely see the black and blue panties you wore beneath, your cheeks peeking out from the edges of the fabric, the garter straps clinging desperately to your stockings in effort to keep them up your gloriously plush thighs to keep them up.

He felt hot beneath the collar, his trousers getting uncomfortably tight as blood flowed straight to his cock.

The moment the door closed behind you, your hands, trembling and rushed, went to unbutton the blazer to get it off of you quicker, sniffles and tiny sobs sneaking out of you in the process.

However, your actions were halted when Steven placed his hands gently on your shoulders from behind, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles through the fabric of your blazer, trying to soothe you.

"Love. You're gorgeous. Beautiful." He breathed, resting his forehead against the back of your head, inhaling the lingering scent of your shampoo.

"Steven, I'm... I'm not." You sniffle. "I'm fat, I can barely squeeze into a pair of jeans, I can't even shop at normal clothing stores for women. I get looks when I wear anything tight, and--and the things I hear people say about me--"

Your voice is broken off when you hiccup, feeling another sobbing fit try to get out of you.

"You don't understand what I'm sayin', luv." Steven smiled into your hair, ever patient.

"You're the prettiest girl in the world to us. You don't need a flat belly, or toned thighs to be pretty. You're funny, you're warm, and you're soft."

You made a shocked squeak when his hands snake around you, his gloved hands gripping at your belly and squeezing the plushness there through your clothes.

Your denial died in your throat when Steven rolled his hips into you, his hard cock throbbing as he rutted into the curve of your ass.

"You wouldn't be able to get to me like this if I didn't find you the most gorgeous woman on the planet. You wouldn't get Jake to say the filthy things he tells you in bed. You wouldn't have Marc snuggling you and resting his head in your lap or on your belly..."

His breathing got heavier as he rocked his hips into you further, a bitten-back whimper dying as he swallowed hard.

"S-Steven--"

"You've been driving me insane all night. This skirt looks so good on you." He says hotly in your ear, his fingers rolling up the hem of your skirt to reveal your panties and garters, making you gasp again.

"Those stockings huggin' you so tight. Been thinking about how badly I want to have my head between your legs, tonight." He growled.

Before you could say anything else, his gloved hand went up to your mouth and he tapped your lips, begging for entrance. Powerless to resist him, you let him press his fingers into your mouth, your tongue wetting them effectively before he pulled them away, and slipped down into your panties

He dragged one of his fingers up your puffy lips, parting your folds before he turned his attention onto your clit.

"S-S-Steven--" You whimper when he starts to circle the little nub.

"Hush, now. Let me show you, eh?" Steven said, biting at your earlobe softly.

You couldn't fight it, you couldn't fight the warm nectar that gushed out from you at his words and affirmations. All your mind could focus on was how wonderfully his fingers toyed with your cunt, deftly rolling, pushing, and pinching your clit in every way he knew that brought you the best pleasure, the fastest.

Your mind practically went blank when he curled two fingers into your weeping hole, the leather around his digits making them thicker than they normally would be, and providing a luxurious texture to your clit as he massaged you with his palm. His mouth trailed down your neck, breath hot on your skin as he bit down and sucked.

It wasn't like when Jake did this to you, no. Every one of them had different methods, different touches...

And Steven was particularly good at balancing out the sweet and the hard, paying more attention to your own pleasure than his. Sometimes, he would get so lost in pleasuring you he'd cum in his pants without even being touched.

This time was no different... in no time at all, he had you cumming so hard you almost fell to the floor, your slick gushing out and soaking the glove.

He smiled sweetly into the skin of your neck as he eased you forward, so you could press your palms on one of his desks, thighs quivering as you recollected yourself.

You barely saw through your haze clearly enough to catch Steven licking his glove clean through the reflection in the mirror on the desktop, his eyes closing in satisfaction at your savory taste.

You half expected him to drop to his knees and eat you out, next, but he doesn't. He just stands there for a moment, staring at you with a lidded and loving gaze, curls falling forward over his forehead as they always do.

That's when your self-consciousness rears its ugly head, and you pinch your legs together, and try to wiggle away from his gaze, to retreat to the safety of the bathroom and escape from his heated staring.

But in a flash, Steven is on you again, his hands gripping at your hips and that's when you feel the hot, heavy weight of his leaking cock slap against the barely clothed flesh of your ass as he rolls your skirt up completely over your hips.

"Steven!" You squeak.

"Hey, now... 'M not done showing you yet." His voice croaks out, heavy and barely coherent as the silk fabric of your panties brushes the head of his dick.

He groans, giving one more roll of his hips against your ass, smearing more precum on the fabric and skin, there; before he gripped the base, lining his cock up to your weeping hole.

"Fuck, luv. So soft. So wet f'me." He said, voice strained from barely contained arousal.

You squirmed, still feeling inadequate despite Steven's words and assurances.

God, you wanted him. You wanted him so badly. But right now you just felt so... so...

Your thoughts cut themselves off when he reached behind him, and from beneath his coat pulled out one of his engraved truncheons.

Placing it in front of you and gripping it with his other hand, pulling you tight against him as he thrust sharply into you, sheathing himself in one whole go, the tip of his cock slamming upwards so suddenly you felt his tip smush your cervix before he eased back.

"B-baby--" You whine, despite yourself.

"Not runnin' away, luv." Steven grunted into your hair as he thrust into you, his hands gripping tightly on the truncheon, using the bar to squeeze against your belly and hold you against him while he fucked you raw.

You couldn't fight the snapping of his hips or his raw need for you, right now. You couldn't hold back the moans and whimpers he wrenched out of you with each punctuation of his hips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck--" You hear him wheeze as his thrusts get more and more desperate.

There is a metallic clang as he tosses the truncheon to the floor in favor of gripping your thigh and lifting your leg so your knee was on the desktop.

You let Steven guide you so you're practically laying face down on the desk, his cock still spearing you open, pussy fluttering around him at the change in position.

You were taken by surprise when he grips your wrists next, ripping off his tie before slipping it over your hands, before tying them together at the curve of your back. Not tight enough to cut off circulation, but tight enough you couldn't squirm free.

He hesitated a moment. As nice as it would be to watch the soft flesh of your ass bounce and ripple while he fucked you... He didn't want to do it like this.

So, without further hesitation on his part, he gripped you, lifting you off your feet and rolling you so you were laying with your upper half on the desktop, pulling your legs up so your calves rested on his shoulders, all without dislodging from the warm tightness of your cunt.

You whimpered as he does this, and try to wriggle from his tie so you could cover your face, your running makeup and smeared lipstick.

Your pitiful, chubby face--

"Hey, hey..." His voice is soft and shaky as he leans in, cupping your cheek with one hand as your thighs squish against the both of you.

He caresses your soft cheek with a thumb and he smiles.

"Don't hide from me, sweetheart. You're gorgeous and I want to see you."

"Steven, I..." You whimper as your pussy clenches around his shaft, making it twitch inside of your tight, gummy walls.

His eyes rolled back with a groan.

"I'm not gonna stop until you see what I see." He grunts, dragging his cock out slowly until only the tip remains inside of you, the rest of your cunt squeezing desperately around nothing.

You're barely given a moment of respite before he snaps his hips into yours again, fucking you relentlessly and hitting your sweet spot over and over withe every arch of his hips.

Some of Marc's precision was bleeding into him as he aimed the tip of his cock like a weapon against your g-spot, pounding into you hard and fast, stoking the fire in your belly so hotly that you felt the embers scatter throughout your veins, every nerve in your body aflame in pleasure.

His left hand kneads the soft skin of your thigh, squishing and rolling the plush flesh beneath his gloved fingers before he slips his other hand between you, circling your clit mercilessly, making you shriek with every sharp thrust of his hips.

He loved how your body jiggled and bounced with every thrust; how your tits were bouncing so hard that they were spilling out of the top of your bra cups, your blazer falling completely open around you, now.

Despite still being fully clothed, you felt utterly naked beneath his gaze. Fresh tears burned in your eyes as he crammed his cock into you over and over again, his fingers working your second orgasm out of you faster and faster with every swipe of his fingers.

"It's okay, luv." Steven moaned, turning his head to plant a kiss on the inside of your knee, the leg he was squishing in his fingers.

"Cum for me, yeah? Show me how pretty you are." He pants, his thumb pressing hard into your clit.

That was all it took, the friction of his fingers, the thrusts of his hips, and each jab of his cock, plus his words? You were on cloud nine, brain fried and all sense gone as drool dribbled down your chin and you cum with a choked cry, babbling out his name over and over as your body clamps down, gushing around his cock, spraying out and soaking his hand and the front of his suit.

Steven, poor, loveable, goofy Steven could never hold out too long after you came, the squeezing and milking of your pussy was simply too much for him to bear.

Your eyes rolled back and you felt yourself spasm in an aftershock as you felt the hot ropes of his cum painting your walls a milky white, flooding your hungry cunt with everything he had to give you.

He drops your leg, wrapping them around his waist as he leans in and kisses you roughly, his tongue pushing past your lips to twine with yours and steal your recovered breaths.

"See... You're fucking beautiful. Wouldn't do this to us otherwise." He mumbles against your lips.

"Oh... God." You whimper.

Your mind ticks back into sanity and you realize the two of you are still clothed. Your outfit was of course mussed, but Steven was almost completely immaculate. The only thing he was missing of his suit was his tie, and the only sign of mess was the wet stain on his front, and his cock still sheathed inside of you.

"Hmm." He hummed softly, looking down at you with the softest gaze he could fix on you.

Steven gave you a sweet kiss to your forehead before he moved his mouth to the shell of your ear.

"And if you still don't believe me... Jake and Marc want to have a word with you."

[suniix]

small bite | (botw) link x reader

synopsis | reader gets cute agression and bites link

word count | 624

note | two posts in one day is insane but sorry i’ve fallen into a rabbit hole ever since totk came out so have another blurb!! 😣 first time writing for link so idk how i feel about it 💔 (also yes i just did one for inumaki i like the idea leave me alone)

The campfire made crackling sounds as Link fed it more logs. The sun had set long ago, the moon rising to take its place and casting a white glow across the land. The two of you had been traveling for a long time without breaks, so when you suggested that the two of you should rest for the night, Link offered no complaints. You were tired, the horses were tired; a break would benefit everyone.

You sat on the ground, far enough away so you wouldn’t get burned but close enough to still feel the warmth of the fire. Link took a seat right next to you on the floor, holding up mushroom skewers with a grin.

“Seriously? We just ate not too long ago.” You laughed, accepting the skewer nonetheless.

The two of you ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the small dinner Link had made (though, to be honest, you know he’ll make more, his stomach is like a void that never gets full). Finishing your skewer, you close your eyes, basking in the ambiance of the night. Somewhere in the distance, there was a cricket chirping. The grass tickled your legs as a small breeze passed through, making you shiver. It’s moments like this that give you hope for a new life after Ganon is defeated. Soon, you’ll have peaceful nights like this every day.

A rustling sound brings you out of your thoughts. Turning to look at Link, you noticed him preparing another skewer. You hold back a laugh, knowing you were right. Link hears you nonetheless and raises an eyebrow, almost as if saying, ‘What?’. You wave him off, a small giggle managing to escape. “It’s nothing, you keep eating.”

Link rolls his eyes, but you don’t fail to see the small smile growing on his lips. It’s not often that you get to see it, but he has a really nice smile. You wish you had the Sheikah slate right now to capture it.

In this moment, you can’t help but admire how beautiful he is. The light from the fire gave his sun-kissed skin a golden glow. His eyelashes are long, something you’ve commented on several times while on your journey together, casting shadows against his cheeks. Actually, his cheeks are unusually round today.

You’re tempted to squish them.

Silently debating whether or not to squish, you figure he wouldn’t mind. He does it often to you; this is only fair. Link turns to look at you as you lean in, half expecting you to kiss him, but instead you cup his cheeks. He gives a confused hum as you gently squish them for a few moments.

Slowly, you begin to pull him close to you. Now, Link thinks, now is when you give him a kiss. To his surprise, you bit his cheek. He doesn’t pull away; he just silently sits there as you bite his cheek.

When you pull away, Link is sitting there, confused. Link raises his skewer to you, gesturing for you to take it. This causes you to burst out laughing. “No no! I’m not hungry haha, just wanted to bite your cheek!”

“.. you sure?” Link asks, half expecting you to bite his cheek again.

“Yes, Link, I’m sure.” You laugh. You grab his free arm and wrap it around your shoulder, snuggling into his side for warmth.

Link goes back to eating, pulling you closer with his arm, still wondering where your sudden urge to bite him came from. While he was distracted, you turned to his arm that’s wrapped around your shoulder and bit his forearm. He flinches, once again caught off guard.

“If you’re hungry, please tell me.. I promise I didn’t eat everything and can make you another skewer.”

thank you for reading till the end! :D

masterlist

[harunovella]

just give me a taste ; s.g.

synopsis: a devoted church goer and descendant of powerful vampire hunters, you have caught the attention of the new father of the church: a man you suspect to be the center of all disappearances. little did you know, fate has something brewing for you and the sinful nightwalker...

cw: f!reader, priest/vampire!gojo x vampire hunter!reader, mentions of blood, pet names (little one, little dove, lots of "little"), intercourse within a church, blood drinking (he's a vampire ofc), attempted murder, dub con, basically no prep/unprotected sex, hinted virginity loss, overstim, gojo is a beast and goes at it like one (insatiable much?), somethings in the air and you aren't stopping him?, groping, creampie (kinda), cockwarming, ambiguous ending... 18+ MDNI!

wc: 3k+

an: was supposed to post this on Halloween but oh well here it is now! I love the idea of vampire gojo so here's a little somethin somethin... tbh I just love supernatural/fairytale au's and I am so tempted to do a werewolf!toji one? also, vampire!geto bc tbh he legit looks like one, so... anyway, enjoy! title inspo

There was no coincidence. At least to you there was none. The number of murders rising exactly at the same moment the town's local church gained a new priest. What were the odds?

You were well versed in all that was claimed to be folk lore. You knew of the beasts that lurked within the shadows, freeing themselves from the darkness once the moon was high and bright. Those that preyed on the weak. Those that fed on flesh and blood. Those that gained their youth through their victims' demises. The night walkers.

And you were sure Father Gojo was one.

It wasn't a secret that the creatures of the night existed, it was the matter that many of the towns folk chose to either be ignorant or cower in fear and avoid them at all costs. Curfews existed for a reason, but as the death tolls increased, the hours grew earlier and earlier. What once was at sunset became hours just before sun even reached the horizon.

Fear was rising and you were sure the town's threat was feeding off of that, too. Enjoying the worry and the paranoia of who the suspect was, wrongfully pointing fingers at those who seemed suspicious. It put the town in a state of madness, matters growing worse as more drained bodies were found.

And maybe it was getting to you, too... at least, that's what your friends believed. How was it possible the a priest who walked in the daylight, was a blood sucker?

"No way is Father Gojo a nightwalker," Shoko shook her head. The young brunette stood amongst you and your other, dear friend, Utahime. "How would he be able to step foot into a church without... I don't know, burning?"

Sighing as you peeked over to said church, seeing the white haired man kindly say his goodbyes to various groups of people, you shook your head, "it isn't what fairytales make them out to be. They don't cringe at garlic or fear the cross. They don't burn under the spritz of holy water. They are practically the undead who survive off of the living's blood."

"And you know this because..." Utahime trailed as your eyes widened, quickly looking at the two with an awkward laugh as you waved your hand dismissively.

"Reading! Lots of reading! I've read so many stories from hunters far and wide that spread their knowledge of nightwalkers," you nodded as the two, young women tilted their heads. "It's not like they don't exist..."

"We still have no proof that they do, either. It's all stories," Utahime sighed. "Word of mouth. Written on paper."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Shoko huffed as she crossed her arms.

"You don't want that..." you mumbled, but the two were already walking off, leaving you behind with a subtle frown and a shake of your head.

It wasn't like you could give your identity away. Being a hunter was part of who you were, part of your bloodline. Ancestors who fought off the evil and protected the innocent from them. A woman like you, who went to church, tended to her family and had a social life did not seem like the kind who knew how to precisely take down and slaughter a nightwalker. It was absolutely absurd, something unheard of. A man's job.

At least, that's how the townsfolk perceived it. Only men were capable of protecting others. Them being the larger population of those who saved lives. When, in reality, the women of your family and all those before you were the ones with the higher kill count. In fact, one of the very first nightwalker hunters was a female and she was the woman you descended from.

However, this wasn't an argument you could even have... just something you rambled on in your mind when an ignorant slime of a man claimed only he and his kind could protect the weak and vulnerable—the women and children.

Snapping out of your thoughts as you found yourself staring at the man you believe to be a threat to your town, Father Gojo slightly tilted his head as his eyes from behind his rounded sunglasses landed on you. A bright grin grew on his lips as he lifted and waved a hand at you. Always so charming. Always so charismatic. But you never fell for any of it. Kindly waving back before turning to join your friends, you took in a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

You hoped he wasn't on to you. After all, it had been weeks now since you started watching him, keeping an eye on his way of being. It wasn't something you were new at, you were trained for this. Father Gojo would be another name added to the list of nightwalkers your family took down.

However, unlike the rest, this one was the wisest and most skilled. All those moments you shared with him, whether it be alone or amongst others, he was careful with how he carried himself and how he spoke. He was strategic and you were sure this man was of something greater... something beyond you. How else would he survive under the sun?

Questions lingered in your head about how powerful he could be... but, you wouldn't let that stop you, would you?

It was one of those nights where you stayed in and flipped through the pages of one of your family's journals. There was a faint drizzle outside, the beautiful moon hidden behind dark clouds that rolled into the night sky. You sat comfortably against your window sill, wrapped in a cozy, fleece blanket as your eyes danced along the written text. You were so deep in your reading, recounting stories of powerful night walkers that were taken down—their abilities, their strength... what it took to defeat them—that you flinched at the sound of knocking. With a sigh, you settled the book down, leaving it opened to where you had been reading, before exiting your room and making it to your front door.

"Oh, you're awake!" The older woman before you sighed in relief as your eyebrows furrowed. She was your neighbor, someone you had known for quite some time as she and her 18 year old granddaughter would visit you often with their baked goods and bright auras. "I need your help! My— My grand baby... I— I haven't seen her. I haven't heard from her. I don't know where she is, she never comes home past sundown, she's a smart girl and is always on time! I— I—"

"It's alright," you said as you reached for her hands. "I'll go out and look for her, okay?"

"But—"

"It'll be alright," you nodded, reassuring her. "Remember, my parents taught me self defense. You just go back home and I'll handle the rest, okay?"

Gulping as she nodded, tear stained cheeks and a body covered in a drenched coat, you ushered her to go back home and lock up and to only answer the door to you or her granddaughter should she return. She didn't hesitate to do so, thanking you profusely before rushing back over to her home. You, on the other hand, slid on your coat over your nightwear. It wasn't ideal to go out in your night gown, but you had an inkling as to where the girl might be and you weren't about to waste any time.

The church wasn't too far from your home, making it a rather quick journey over. Something in you, maybe it was your gut instinct or your ancestors whispering to you, knew very will where the 18 year old was. You rushed over, clinging onto your coat as the rain picked up its pace. The moment you stood on the church's steps, the downpour came rushing towards the ground. With a deep breath, you removed your hood and pulled out your stake before quietly pushing the doors open and slipping inside.

The church wasn't large, but it was still decent in size as you began your silent search. It didn't take long for you to find what you needed—evidence. Blotches of blood left a trail along the wooden floors, leading you to where you assumed the victim was. You had hoped and prayed she was okay, but you feared it may have been too late.

You also hated how right you were now that you spotted the man you theorized to be the menace of your town.

Peeking through the cracks of an ajar door, you easily recognize the broad shoulders that were hunched over. The lengthy body that was on its knees as a body laid limp before it. You easily recognized those shoes. They belonged to the young woman. Trailing your eyes down and spotting the blood splatter that coated the ground, the sound of a whimper made you flinched as you accidentally bumped into a frame. The sound of it shifting and scratching the wall caused your eyes to widen. You were ready to hide, but your luck ran thin. Or... perhaps, out.

With eyes wide, wider than they'd ever been, you slowly backed up as the white haired predator stood before you. Porcelain skin with blood staining it, matching his button down shirt. Flecks scattered his hair, dripping lightly from his twisted grin, licking his fangs while lurking forward. You nearly forgot just how fast these monsters were, moving within the blink of an eye.

"It took you long enough, little one," he finally spoke as you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stiffen your shaking hands. You were terrified, to say the least. There was something sinister about him... something you were terrified of. You may not have encountered plenty of his mind, but none made your skin crawl like he did. "I had been eagerly waiting. I tried to be patient, I really did. I knew you sensed it. Your instincts were going berserk, were they not? I had to take it a step forward to finally get you out of hiding...

"You, a one of a kind. I had to come and find you. The church was the perfect fit. Who would have expected the priest to be the murderer? Certainly no one but you, of course," he chuckled as you shivered. "It took longer than I had hoped, finding you was a pain, but to lure you out? Quite the hassle. Of course, that never stopped me. Not when it is you. It was always you."

Bumping into a wall as you let out a faint gasp, you found yourself too deep in shock to even do what you were trained for. You were wasting too much time fighting with your own fear. He was right there, so close, you could've stabbed him... couldn't you? You could've fought him, yet you stood there, almost as if your mind were void of any thought of self defense. Your fight or flight nowhere to be seen. And he caught on to this rather quickly. Probably why it was so easy for him to lift and pin your wrists above your head.

"There is something about hunter blood like yours that is so special," he lowly spoke, leaning in towards your neck as his sharp teeth grazed your skin, "I can smell it. Unlike anything else I have ever encountered... I just need a taste." Looking deeply in your eyes, Gojo furrowed his brows. Charming his victims was easy, why weren't you titling your neck for him?

Almost as if you snapped out of your terror, you lifted your knee and slammed it against his groin. Twisting your wrists out of his grip and shoving him back before tackling him onto the ground, you aimed your stake at his heart, only to stop at the sound of his boisterous laugh.

"I should have known better than to try and charm someone like you!" He shook his head as he lied beneath you, your stake still aimed at his dead heart.

"What do you mean?!" You finally broke your silence, eyebrows narrowed as he continued to laugh, mouth open obnoxiously wide, lips still very much covered in fresh blood. "Tell me!" You demanded, pressing your stake slowly into him.

Licking his lips, he winked, "you will find out."

Gasping as he suddenly thrusted his hips against yours as you had been straddling him, you felt your heart skip a beat as your grip on your stake slipped. "You—!"

"I never wanted to kill you, little dove," he breathed, "but... it seems like you want to kill me. How painful..."

"Why? You seemed perfectly fine killing everyone else," you furrowed your eyebrows, tightening your grip once again on your stake.

Shrugging, Gojo reached up and placed his hand against your cheek as your frown deepened. You weren't sure what he was up to... and why you weren't as disgusted as you should've been by his actions. "You are far too beautiful to have your head ripped out," he chuckled.

Shaking your head as you lifted your stake again to stab him, your wrist was locked into his large hand as he smiled yet again. "Wh—?"

"I know you feel it, too," he softly spoke grin still on his sinful lips. Your eyes zeroed in on his fangs as you felt your heart flutter. "Ah... there it is... Took you long enough, hmm?" Reaching for your other hand, he brought your fingers down towards his lips, grazing your fingertips over his fangs.

Feeling your heart flutter, you bit down and snatched your hand from his grip, squeezing his cheeks with your other as you growled, "why do you want me alive?"

Grinning at your attempt to be threatening, Gojo twirled some of your hair around his finger, "the same reason you seem to fail at killing me. How many attempts has it been? Yet... here I am..." Sighing, he lowered his hand from your hair, down the side of your neck and over your racing heart. "The reason is quite simple, my little mochi... it is our fate."

There was an odd sensation filling you, gravitating you towards him as your weapon so easily slipped from your grip. You weren't sure what it was, or how it happened. Maybe it was when you blinked? Maybe he did something to you? It was impossible, your bloodline was practically immune to the ways of his kind... Yet, here you were, lips hovering his own as you felt him breathe against you.

As if the world stopped spinning, as if time stilled, then snapped so suddenly—you were now beneath him. Lips claiming yours, stealing your breath and burning a fire so bright within you that was beyond frightening.

His large hands cradled your head as his tongue slithered into your mouth, searching and feeling the cavern before meeting your own. The way they moved and pressed and glided against one another before he sucked yours made a wonton moan leave you. A sound so foreign to you, you felt your face burning brighter. Why weren't you stopping him? Why were you reciprocating? And why were you enjoying it so much? Was it true... that it was fate?

Caressing your body with one hand as his other held the back of your head, he gave one of your breasts a rough squeeze before he parted from you. Sitting on his heels as he watched your hooded eyes lazily focus on him, he gave you a hungry grin as he undid his belt and lowered his pants, feeling himself throb in anticipation. Palming himself and letting out and deep moan, he lifted and parted your knees before bunching up your nightgown at your waist, exposing your pristine white panties that had a very obvious wet patch, beckoning him.

Caressing your clothed cunt as he shifted his eyes to meet yours, listening to your sweet sounds, he leaned forward and pressed his cheek against yours before whispering in your ear, "I am going to fuck you so deeply, little hunter, that you won't be able to hunt ever again."

Shivering at his sultry words, you felt him slip off your panties before he aligned himself with your entrance, pushing into you without a warning and not seeming to care if there was resistance and that you cried out. Whether it was pain or pleasure, the sound shot right through him, making him push deeply into you before bottoming out. For a moment he stilled—not for you but selfishly for himself over how tight you were. Squeezing him to the point his breathing faltered and growls left him.

Then your eyes shot open as he began to fuck you. Thrusting in and out, nearly pulling all the way out before fucking back into you at an animalistic pace. Your shared moans echoed across the church, a sinful sound for such a holy structure. Your cheeks stained with tears as you clutched onto his arms, nails digging into his skin as he roughly held your hips. His fingertips were already leaving bruises in his wake as you were sure he was going to destroy your cervix, split you in two, and break you like the fragile doll you were.

There was a sort of haze amongst the two of you where you saw nothing but each other, wanting nothing but each other. A sensation like no other. It was dangerously blinding, but you didn't know better, the lust was overbearing just like the slamming of his hips. He fucked you like he hated you. He fucked you like he always wanted you. You were seeing stars, your breath getting caught, your chest heaving. Your mouth was open and you were panting like an animal, unable to properly breathe as your eyes practically crossed. The sight for him only made him throw his head back in laughter, incoherent words leaving his mouth that you couldn't quite comprehend. Whatever it was, it didn't seem to matter as you milked him and came violently. Your whole body trembled, you swore you were seeing white as you nearly suffocated yourself.

Then you found yourself on all fours as he fucked you again. Again and again until you came. Until you were seeing stars all over again. Until your body became nothing but jelly. You were long gone, your head buzzing, your body aching and drenched in sweat. Every time you tried to speak, your brain short circuited.

Now riding him as you dug your nails into his shoulders, tearing holes into his shirt, Gojo's hips lifted and met your own as you cried out. His hand slipping between the two of you, rubbing tight circles and beckoning your orgasm. He didn't care if you were overstimulated, didn't care if he could break you in any given second with his inhuman speed and strength, he just couldn't get enough. And neither could you.

It all blurred, how many times had you come? You were lying beneath him, legs pressed to your shoulders as he practically folded you and continued to ravage you. You were no longer coherent, your soul left your body long ago, you were just a vessel at this point. Practically lifeless, fucked out, eyes rolled back. You could hardly move, could barely lift a finger as Gojo sat up and turned you, sitting you on his cock and fucking into you again and again. You had become his fuck toy, you were brainless, hardly acknowledging anything that was said, your whines coming out weak as your pleas came out as gentle whimpers.

Your head fell back to his shoulder as he thrusted into you, grabbing a fistful of your hair in one hand to tilt your head as his other reached between your thighs and toyed with your clit. Pinching and circling as his fangs sunk into your neck. Your blood came gushing forward as you came all over him, squirting and letting out a high shriek of ecstasy as he lapped up your blood. Your heart raced faster than humanly possible, your head spun and your body shook so violently, you weakly clung onto his thighs.

Pulling away with a satisfied smile as he licked his lips, Gojo moved a hand to hold your chin as he whispered in your ear, "have you not figured it out yet? Or maybe I fucked you too good for you to even put two and two together... There is a reason why neither of us can kill one another. Why we are so drawn to each other," he hummed, licking just beneath your ear as he gave you a few languid thrusts, spilling his seed as deeply as possible into you. Groaning in your ear as he kept himself plugged in you, he then chuckled, "you and I are soulmates."

an: feelin real bad for the neighbors granddaughter bc these two are at it like rabbits while she's bleeding to death in the room... oops... anyway, thanks for reading!

[missedditart]

Along with my Lackadaisy hyperfixation I've also become obsessed with under the devils moon by @libras-interactives. I absolutely love their ocs and can't wait to see more of them in the story. I made some fan designs of them and thought it couldn't hurt to share them. I had a lot of thoughts about their designs so anyone who is interested can read about that below. Also, English isn't my first language so please ignore any spelling mistakes and such.

Malwina

Malwina's design was really fun, also the first one I did. She is described as having black fur and hair and orange eyes. I knew if  I wasn't careful she could end up looking like Ivy, so I made her hair color brighter than her fur color and also made her hair curly/wavy. I also emphasized the eyes as they're often pointed out in the text as big and pumpkin-like. I wanted her to look curious but maybe a little unsettling if she stares at you too long. I also gave her soft shapes and rounded years since she is very friendly albeit a bit pushy.

Máire 

for Máire just mostly followed the description we get of her, calico, auburn hair and green eyes. The thing I had to think about for this drawing is what kind of clothing she would wear. I went between thinking she would prefer something stylish or something comfy. I'm not an expert on 1920s fashion so I mostly looked at old clothing catalogs to get a feel for the clothes she could wear. I settled on something more in between a comfy shirt with a stylish skirt. I based the tarot cards in her hand on Pamela Colman Smith’s designs. Also since she is wearing a shirt I couldn't show off the heart fur pattern on her chest but it's definitely there.

Sylvester

Sylvester doesn't have a very striking design but that's the point. For his facial structure i took some inspiration from Asa Sweet and Bobby Bastion from the comic but I also tried to make him stand out on his own. Other than that I kept close to the text, gray suit and graying fur. I was tempted to give him a colorful gaudy tie, maybe something his wife insisted he should wear. To make him more interesting but again he was supposed to be drab and unassuming. So I decided against it. (I still headcanon that his wife gives him gaudy ties and insists he wear them and he cant say no to her.)

Flynn

Flynn was the one I had the most ideas for but also the one I'm the least happy with the result of but might as well share it. We haven't gotten many physical descriptions of him and what we get is somewhat vague. I also haven't played all the backstories so there might be something there that I've missed. But from what we do get he is often described as odd eyed and two faced, this gives me the impression he has a chimera pattern. We haven't been given any specific color so I chose what I thought fit best. black and bluish gray to make him cold and dark looking, i gave him green as an accent color. I probably went a bit heavy on the devil shape language but it's fun so… I also wanted to color the tip of his shoes white or gray to make them look like goat hooves but they ended up looking too much like bowling shoes so I decided against it. He still has a hoof-like pattern on his shoes which probably isn't very historically accurate for 1920s men's shoes haha. And lastly his cane is only described as black and ivory but nothing specific on the shape. I figured giving it some interesting motif would be fun so I went with a snake. specifically a black mamba witch don't look dangerous until you get too close or they open their mouth. I'm sure a fitting metaphor could be made from that. My design for him will probably change if we get new info about him later in the story but so far this is how i imagine him.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Arthur Dayne: Physical description and NSFW Alphabet edition

After the Arthur Dayne requests I received, I was sorely tempted to write up a full NSFW alphabet that could be used for future fics, so here it is, along with a brief physical description of him.

Themes: Smut

Warning: This post contains a wide variety of mature and explicit content (sex, positions, kinks, cum, etc.) | Mention of scars

Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

A/n: I write with the seasons of Westeros stretching over the usual three months per season, not years and years. Sorry not sorry, GRRM.

What does Arthur Dayne look like?

Arthur was born in the spring of 240 AC. He stands at 6’3, with a muscular frame to go with it. His skin is like the burnished gold sands of Dorne. Like his sister, Ashara, Arthur has rich, earthy brown hair and purple eyes, although his is pale, like lilacs. As a knight and a disciplined warrior, Arthur keeps his hair cropped short, just like his beard. Due to his long life as a warrior, Arthur’s body is covered in the scars of old wounds.

What is he like as a lover? Gentle, considerate and tender. As for the rest?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Arthur is big on pampering, like cuddles, words of endearment, and acts of service, such as bringing his partner a meal, a glass of water, or their favorite drink, or drawing a warm bath whenever possible.   

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) : On his partner’s, he loves their lips because he loves to kiss. Arthur rarely gets the chance to do so due to his being a knight of the King’s Guard. Discovery is dangerous, so as soon as an opportune moment presents itself, expect him to pull them into his embrace while he showers them with deep, soulful kisses.

For him, Arthur’s favorite body part is his arms. All the better to lift his love with, is his motto. The feel of his partner running their hands all over his arms while telling him how wonderfully strong he is, is intoxicating to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): Arthur Dayne is very much into finishing inside his partner, every single time. Nothing less would do for him. And there is no need to worry about unexpected epilogues. Arthur makes sure his partner has easy access to freshly prepared moon tea.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Arthur has one fantasy, and one fantasy only. To make love to his partner in the Round Room of the Sword Tower, and on top of the White Shield Table, no less.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): Despite being a sworn brother of the King’s Guard, Arthur still has plenty of experience, for he did not take up orders until he was twenty two.

He certainly knows what he is doing and is not afraid to put his experience, his hands and his tongue, to good use.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): On top, where he could look at his partner during the act, touch them all over, and kiss them. Or from behind, where he can still maintain control and set the pace.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): Arthur is very much a serious lover. The act of making love is precious to him, not something to be made light of. If he does make a joke, it would only be because it is his partner’s first time with him, and he wants them to be comfortable.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): Arthur is well groomed, and takes good care of himself. He doesn’t have an excess of body hair, but there is a soft trail of dark brown hair trailing down his chest, ending in a similar colored thatch between his thighs.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): He is big on romance, setting the right scene, kissing, and taking his time to please his partner with lots of foreplay. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): Masturbation has little appeal, for he prefers the warmth of his partner’s body to the use of his hand. If he cannot find a partner, or if his partner is occupied elsewhere, Arthur will be content to wait.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): Arthur has little in the way of kinks. He is into slow and gentle lovemaking, but he will take his partner’s kinks into consideration, such as using blindfolds or feathers.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): The bedroom, naturally. Something about soft sheets and a softer bed, with wide windows letting in a cooling wind, appeals to him more than any other location.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): The sounds of his partner’s moans, the feel of them trembling against him, their urging to go harder and faster, always warms his blood fast.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Anything that can inflict pain of any kind on his partner. Hurting his partner, even to give them pleasure, is a huge turn-off for him, so his partner can expect to hear him saying no to requests such as spanking.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) : Arthur loves to give. He would spend all day between his partner’s legs if time and his duties permitted him to do so. He plants broad strokes with the flat of his tongue, sometimes slipping a finger or two into his partner’s hole while he goes down on them.

He loves to receive as well, often showering his partner with praise on how well they take him and how good their mouth is around his cock.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): When it comes to pace, Arthur is on the slow and sensual side. He wants to make the most of his time with his partner, to explore their body, to savor every moment he has with them.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): Arthur has little interest in quickies, as he is a man who wants to take his time. He may be tempted into saying yes if his partner succeeds in appealing to his baser urges.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): Besides the yearning to take his partner over the White Shield Table in the Round room? Very little in the terms of risks and experimenting.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): Given how strong he is as a warrior, Arthur could go on for most of the night if he could. And it would be one marathon session that would leave his partner weak and exhausted by the end of it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): He does not own toys, but he may consider using something like a silk blindfold or feathers if his partner asks to.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): Arthur does not believe in denying his partner, except when they are being bratty. Then he will just deny them sex until they show they know how to behave.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): Arthur is on the quieter side. Soft grunts or groans are what his partner will hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): Arthur once kissed his partner during the great tourney of 276 AC, and in his tent, when he came to rest before the final joust.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): He is decently proportioned, at around six inches. His cock is thick and veiny and more than a little sensitive. The right touch is enough to make him hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): Arthur has an average sex drive, and would never press his partner if they were not in the mood. Even kissing and cuddling are enough to satisfy him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward): He tends to fall asleep pretty fast, as he has to rise early and see to his duties. He will still hold his partner close to him while he rests and will wake them so he can give them a proper goodbye before he has to sneak back to the Red Keep.

[sashi-ya]

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 22 ➡ 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 .soft!nsfw 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 [𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒'𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢]

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Anonymous asked: 𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 :𝟹 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝!!!!!! 𝙸𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟸𝟸 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚢𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗! 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎. ➡ my dear anon, you surely knew it was my bd huh? thank u for chosing him! I love u! ♡ 𝐭𝐰: soft! romantic! sleep play. reader and byakuya are married. 𝐰𝐜: 877 ➡ hentober masterlist

His pointy nose buries in the crook of your neck, his long hair grazes your shoulder. It’s late, very late. A mission that shouldn’t have taken so long did. You waited for him, he promised making love to you tonight… but you couldn’t stay awake any longer. It’s ok, the captain must fight, must defend and protect your home.

“I’m back” he whispers softly, causing a little “hgnn” coming from you. In between dreams and reality, you can feel his body pressed against your back. Your lack of clothing pleasantly surprised Byakuya, as his soft hands land on your hipbone.

You fell asleep with the idea of him coming home to devour your body; your skin is burning, burning still from desire and need. “You are only covered by my old haori?” he asks, moving the only fabric that covers your body to the side. You love his old captain garment, the six embroidered in the back, the plain white one from when you started this relationship.

“Bya- ku-ya?” you babble, trapping his hand and taking it to your belly. “Ah… you haven’t forgotten, have you?” he mumbles, nuzzled in your hair. You can’t yet open your eyes, but you don’t even care, you simply want him.

The scent of his skin, flowery but manly, invades your nostrils as he crawls a little over you. You turn around, feeling nothing but he chest on your face. Ah… your man, even asleep you can recognize him.  “I want…” you talk in your sleep, squeezing your hand over his shoulder.

Byakuya smiles, softly. With a subtle shine coming just from the moons outside, a silver kiss of light on your skins. “What is that you want?” your lover asks, topping you as you roll on your back. “I- lov- make love-me” you whisper, with your eyes still closed, your mind foggy and lips barely separated.

“You are too sleepy, (Name)” he laughs, moving your hair out of your face to admire your peaceful countenance. A face that soon gets garnished by a sloppy smile, and your hands grabbing his forearms.

Byakuya knows how much you like him coming home and waking you up with kisses, he also loves to fuck you until both are on the verge of falling asleep. “Fine…” he complies, he wants you as much as you want him.

The sixth squad captain bends over you to plant the first kiss on your lips. And then two and three. He is as delicate as a flower, but his kisses are sharp like his blade. His lips go down, to the commissure of your lips, to your neck. He takes some time to get drunk with the scent of your skin. You specifically chose to bathe with his favourite essential oils, rose, cinnamon and camellias.

“What a beautiful woman you are, (Name)” he whispers, taking a moment to look at you as if you were a blooming flower. Him, the man who creates deadly beauty, praises his wife as such.

A path of bites he traces, with his teeth carving little marks on your skin. He founds your turgent breasts exposed so tempting to him. And not time is wasted. He surrounds your nipples with his lips, sucking deliciously on and on. You arch your back, moaning with still some traces of your sleepiness, tangling your fingers in his raven hair.

Blue eyes mix with yours, pure love and lust shared in just a gaze. He crawls back up; you are begging for a kiss with no words. Mouths joining, tongues dancing. His hand on your cheek, one of the tufts of his hair tickling your neck.

“You are awake…” he murmurs, with his lips against yours. “I am…” you purr back. “I’m sorry I was late” he excuses himself. “We have a whole eternity to share, you are never late…” you breathe, sliding your palm through his pale back up until the small of it. You press down, you want to feel his hardness against your sex. He wants it too; his pupils dilate when you do so.

Your rebellious noble smiles so sweet, counted are the times when he does… and it’s all for you. He unties his hakama, flowy pants that show the side of his hips so beautifully. His skin feels warm to the touch, his erection feels like heaven against your core.

Pants and the rustle of the leaves of a sakura tree outside mix, a calm night, a gentle breeze coming through the windows, as gentle as this love. Everybody in the Kuchiki manor are sleeping, but those two lovers. The stars and the moon the only witnesses of their unleashed passion, of their love. It took so much for his icy heart to melt; your fire keeps him warm and there is no winter capable of frozen it up again.

Toes curling, a drop of sweat running through his temple as he is finally inside you. His thrusts are slow and steady, perfectly hitting the right spot. Byakuya’s susurrated moans, your low whimpers. The way your legs begin to quiver, the way his lower belly spasms.

“I love you so, so much” he moans. “I love you too, my love” you whine, sealing your orgasms in an out of breath kiss.

[ladyofrosefire]

Hello! I want to know more about Iris' post game with Shadowheart and Halsin! Do they settle? Do they travel together?

Bit of both!

I... am still picking my way through the end of the game so that I finish this fic I'm writing instead of leaving it in the WIP drawer forever and ever, BUT.

Iris did not, despite being easily able to do it, try to talk Shadowheart into saving her parents. When you have the ability to talk anyone into pretty much anything (and have used that ability to kill several people), you do start keeping your mouth shut around people you like making difficult decisions. So in the aftermath, the two of them go adventuring and exploring and, when they get tired, they go to Reithwin.

Rebuilding is going to take a lot of time and a lot of effort. Sure, there are buildings still mostly there, and with a real community effort, 6 months could do a lot, especially with magic (there's a druid spell called Move Earth that could be very helpful for digging foundations). So Halsin mostly stays, although they would tempt him away for shorter excursions. And, I imagine, they occasionally bring people in need of safe places to the town.

Between adventures, they rest. Resting does include Shadowheart helping the healers (...turning the House of Healing into something OTHER than a horror show full of Sharran iconography would be rough, but it does have a good base to be functional again) and Iris stepping in mostly to help with whatever school is set up.

Maybe they stay for a week, at first. Iris brings out her violin at the Last Light and gets people dancing. Shadowheart takes them both down to the beach for a swim. Iris and Halsin find out Shadowheart has no memory of ever trying to roll down a hill, which has to be addressed. They set off on another adventure. They come back. They stay a little longer. Iris starts collecting beginner music books. Shadowheart finds a wolf pup. Halsin sets a small house aside for them. Winter arrives, and they settle in by the fire. They retrieve Halsin from the room at the Last Light where he set up and find out they're going to need to build a bigger bed. Iris smacks herself in the thumb with a hammer, which is mostly just annoying since she has two healers in the room with her.

And, eventually, they stop leaving. Not entirely— they still go out looking for people who need to find somewhere to land, and Iris goes to get more books or more music, or they go visit their friends. Someone sets eyes on Waterdeep, and they have to blast them out of the sky. But the house gets a garden and chickens and cats and a cow, and Iris starts teaching music lessons (much to everyone else's horror. Early days of violin. Small children with drums.) and people stop teasing Halsin about when he's going to build a house for himself.

I also like to think that Shadowheart picks up maybe two levels of druid at some point. She'd share Circle of the Moon with Halsin, and yes she would be able to turn into a wolf, but mostly she rides around on people's shoulders as a little white cat. Occasionally, Iris will use the charge from the Corvid Amulet to join them. It becomes a fairly common experience to watch a bear trundle by with a cat on his back and a raven perched between his ears.

[cryptidclaw]

Love the idea of healer Fire. What if Tigerclaw suggesting Fire prove it by taking one of his lives? And Fire comes back and stares down Tigerclaw

ok!! here are my ideas for healer/ex-healer Fireheart (which i am very tempted to add to the au)

this is long (and rambling) so im putting it under the cut v

Just as a note: Fire's reasoning for joining the Orders is slightly different than in canon, Fire wishes to join because he wants to be free from human influence "cats aren't pets anymore! I don't get why /humans/ get to be in charge!". He is exited and fascinated by the idea of a community of cats built by cats, and run by cats. He wants to be a part of something like that! His idea of the Orders are a bit idealistic though, he dreams of them being some lovely cat utopia where cats can thrive and be at peace, he doesn't focus on the tales of their battles or the cat blood spilt in the forest beyond the human village...

When Fire joins the Order he is still made Bluefrost's apprentice (that orrr I could make him Redtail's apprentice instead....), and things go as normal for a bit.

But Fire often questions why the Orders need to fight, and why he needs to fight other cats for seemingly petty reasons (this is canon to roc either way). Fire is also a friendly guy (he is such an orange cat), he likes to make friends with other cats in other Orders (at least the ones who don't mind his kittypet origins)... he hates the idea of having to fight them one day...

During this time Fire also continues to have dreams from the Stars... he is often visited by a wispy blindingly white cat who speaks of great power and great futures... This all confuses him and he seeks comfort and answers in Spottedleaf who serves as a sort of older sister role

he likes spending time in the Healer's den and learning about herbs and the Stars. He doesn't tell Spotted about his dreams at first, he instead asks Spotted a LOT of questions about her dreams, prophecies and how communication with the Stars works. He has a feeling that his dreams are something more, but he doesn't want to say anything incase he is thought to be crazy for claiming he is regularly speaking to Order ancestors (especially since he is an ex-kittypet).

Eventually though Spotted catches on and gets him to tell he about his dreams... She realizes that he is not only talking to an ancestor, he is talking to an extremally ancient and powerful one. This along with Fire's interest in Spotted's other Healer duties makes her ask him if he wishes to be her apprentice.

I think Fire thinks on it for a while, but he decides to do it, maybe he is pushed towards it by Blinding Moon (Moth Flight)? I like the idea of him enjoying being a healer and actually taking an interest in it though! If he was Bluefrost's apprentice, I think she would be slightly unhappy about this at first as she saw a heir/future leader in him, but I think Spotted would tell her that she fully believes that Fire's destiny as a prophecy cat involves him being a healer. which would make her agree. If I made him Redtail's apprentice I would have it to Red dies around the time he is asked if he wants to be a healer, maybe he dies very soon after and the trauma of this is what finally pushed Fire to switching to being a Healer.

After this I think that the plot would stay close to the same, but Fire trains as a Healer apprentice. Spotted dies, Fire is left Thunder's only Healer, and is then given his Healer title by Spotted's spirit at the Moonstone, she tells him that Yellowfang can continue to teach him the rest of what he needs to know, but he is now a full Healer.

Cinder still trains as a Healer apprentice and becomes a healer, if this was an actual book this just means more Fire and Cinder being Yellow's children content!!! and also more Fire and Cinder bonding!! (i love the idea of them being like siblings)

Since I am making Fire have the Scottish fold cartilage disorder, he would also probably spend a lot of time learning about different remedies and Healer techniques for making his chronic pain more manageable. I like the idea of him sharing some of his fave mixes of pain relief herbs with Cinder and Bright after they experience their injuries that leave them with their own chronic pain.

Fire stays close to Bluefrost and sees her decent, he can tell she is having a mental break and is most likely experienceing the beginigns of a deterioration of the mind due to old age as well... He spends a lot of time trying to help her as her Healer and friend, but there isnt much he can do, and she wont take much aid. However because of Fire caring for her so much and staying empathetic towards her Blue decides Fire is the only cat she can trust.

I love the idea of Blue just finally starting the "im making a new cat Second" speech, and Fire feeling relived... only for her to say that HE is going to be Second. The outcry and horror that would result in this!! OH the DRAMA

Blue would refuse anyone's input. she would just hide in her den after this and would leave Fire to the chaos she had started.

Fire would end up trying to do a lot of the Second (and leader) duties (which i think he was already kind of doing, bec Blue was out of commission) but most cats refused to accept him as the actual second. His life would be absolute hell for a while, Sand and Shrike (after Swift's death and Fire and him bonding) would back the poor guy up though...

He would only really prove himself when Blue died and he went to the Moonstone to ask the Stars to tell him what to do next. I dont think he even thought he counted as a true Second, so he went to ask who should lead, only for the Stars to grant him his 9 lives...

I love the idea of him proving he's an actual leader by losing a life, though maybe his leader mark (diamond/star on chest) would be enough??? Either way the other Orders would contest his position so much, it probably would take Fire loosing a life to get them to shut up. Star Talltail would probably believe it though.

...

Anywayssss they're is a lot of potential in this, a lot of drama and rule breaking would happen... the Stars would really just show how hypocritical they are bec they would break their own rules to make him a leader.

I think as leader Fire would probably do more of a combination of Caretaker and Healer duties rather than Warrior ones as well. Caretakers can become leaders and they arent expected to stop doing their Caretaker jobs so, I like the does of Fire kinda becoming a Healer helper/Caretaker!

[jester-creates]

thinking about that Mechanisms persona 5 au again. The one where it's the mechs cast in p5. So I might as well put who I think should go where.

This is also a college au. I guess. It just fits better

The phantom thieves- the Mechanisms. This is obvious why. They choose the Mechanisms as their phantom thieves group name first, but after a certain someone kept basically saying to everyone that they were the Mechanisms in public, they made the band as a cover and now they have to manufacture beef between themselves as the band and themselves as phantom thieves and that the phantom thieves definitely stole their name.

wildcard- Jonny D'ville. He's the narrator of the Mechanisms and one of the first members of the Mechanisms. He's up there for most roles over all the albums, so wildcard. I'm half tempted to make his persona Prince Charming because one, it would tick him off to no end and two, it the role he as himself played in ouatis.

0 fool - I think Yog Sothoth or one of the elder gods would make the best fit for Yaldy. No idea who Igor would be though

1 magician - the Toy Soldier. It is the least organic of the Mechanisms which is in line with Morgana's origins. I'd say it was given instructions to find the wildcard and eventually found itself in the first Palace pretending to be a Shadow or something. Haven't decided on a persona for it yet though

2 high priestess - Ashes O'Reilly. They have mob connections (though a lot different from how Makoto's went). Ashes would slso manage to become the student president at their college. Their persona would probably be Hades

3 emperor - Raphaella la Cognizi. She and Yusuke are both eccentric weirdos (/pos) in their fields. She has probably neglected herself and her finances in her focus on science as well. Haven't decided on a persona for her yet

4 empress - Nastya Rasputina. A princess and an Heir to a food company are basically the same thing right? (I almost had her be the futaba of the group due to Out, but I figured that being the Haru of the group fit her better. Plus she deserves to be the most terrifying member of the group. And also a big weapon.) Haven't decided on a persona for her yet.

5 Hierophant- Dr. Carmilla (unless I find someone better). She is somewhat of a parental figure? I'm not too sure on this one.

6 the lovers - Gunpowder Tim. His whole thing with bertie parallels Ann's thing with Shiho pretty well.

7 chariot - Baron Marius von Raum. He seems like he would be the most like Ryuji. He does do the talking about the phantom thieves out loud thing which results in them having to make the band as a cover.

8 strength- the Aurora. As the most inhuman of the crew, she gets to be Jonny's attendant in the Velvet Room. They do figure out that something is up with the VR and rescue her much earlier than lavenza gets rescued in p5. (Aurora and Nastya are together in this au still)

9 hermit - Ivy Alexandra. She would definitely be a Navi type.

10 fortune - undecided maybe loki?

11 justice - drumbot Brian. He gets to be akechi due to the whole 2 modes thing, so two personas. To keep in line with his mostly robot thing I am going to make him a anti shadow weapon (think aigis from persona 3)

12 Hanged man- the pendragon trio (or at least arthur). the thing with mordred could be a good parallel between iwai and his kid

13 death- Oedipus. tae and oedipus are both doctors who do kinda have a similar storyline. plus the image of oedipus in tae's outfit kills me

14 temperance - undecided. maybe cinders?

15 devil - Ulysses. Ohya and them have a very similar starting point when we meet them. And Ulysses is a gumshoe (a detective) so that would take the place of ohya's investigative journalism.

16 Tower - undecided. Maybe Heracles?

17 star - undecided. Maybe rose red? Maybe Guinevere?

18 moon - undecided. Maybe pilchard? (Though he'd do better as a Palace ruler or the Shadow that leads them to the second palace)

19 sun - snow white. She and Yoshida both are politicians campaigning for peace and better stuff.

20 judgement- Lyfrassir Edda. They and Sae are both long-suffering people in kaw enforcement who have to deal with the Mechanisms/phantom thieves and all their shenanigans.

[queen-dahlia]

𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟭 + 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | 4:4 answer

The moon hides behind thick clouds, and the night swallows everything.

The sacred chapel, where no light shone, was also painted black, shadowing the figures who were there.

Gilbert: "—How's it going?"

???: "No problem. Everyone is waiting for your signal."

Gilbert: "Fufu, well done. But don't move yet, okay?"

Gilbert: "The final judgment has not yet been made."

???: "Are you going to take it down?" **

Gilbert: "Depends on my mood."

???: "You…"

Gilbert: "I will make a decision soon. That's why... okay?"

???: "… Huh."

Gilbert: "By the way, have you found your avenger?"

The moment he broaches the subject, the sacred air trembles violently in response to his passion.

Gilbert: "Can't you find them?"

???: "I'm looking through a lot of documents from that time period."

Gilbert: "You could have just asked me."

???: "What if someone hears about it, you idiot?"

Gilbert: "I think you worry too much."

???: "... And you know that in the first place, don't you?"

Gilbert: "Well, what do you think? Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."

???: "Why?"

Gilbert: "Revenge must be taken with your own hands, right?"

Gilbert: "And even if I told you, you probably wouldn't believe me."

???: "…?"

Gilbert: "Hmmm, I could at least help you out."

Gilbert: "You did exactly what I wanted this time, so I should at least reward you."

???: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Just be careful. Once you screw up, your "trump card" won't work."

???: "I'm not going to do that."

Gilbert: "I see what you mean. You're the child I trained, after all."

???: "… Oh. Absolutely…"

???: "Absolutely, I'm going to kill you."

Gilbert: "… Fufu. The little rabbit will cry."

Gilbert: "'Violence is what beasts do'. 一I'll just ask, but do you have any intention of having a communication?"

???: "Hey... If I can avenge my enemies, I will become a beast as much as I want."   //   "I'll be a beast for as long as it takes to avenge you."

He speaks as if to spit out his words, and his footsteps fade into the distance.

The doors of the chapel opened and closed, leaving a lone beast in silence.

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

The refreshing smile disappeared, and—

His rough breathing was absorbed into the silence of the chapel.

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Sariel: "We're in deep trouble."

When I headed to the lesson that day, I was greeted by Sariel, who grimaced.

Emma: "What happened?"

Gilbert: "Would you like me to counsel you?"

Sariel: "Oh, that is a very tempting proposition."

Sariel: "Well then, Prince Gilbert, I am very sorry, but could you please go somewhere for a while?"

Gilbert: "I'll think about it with the little rabbit."

Sariel: "There are some things I would like Emma to do…"

Gilbert: "Is she going to be busy? It must be hard work. As a friend, I have to help her."

Sariel: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "... Right?"

(The atmosphere is the worst...!)

Sariel's eyebrows furrowed, and Prince Gilbert met him with a refreshing smile that was as good as the blue sky.

Emma: "… W-What is it that you would like me to do?"

I let out a cheerful voice to blow away the tense atmosphere, and Sariel came to his senses.

Sariel: "Soon, the day will come when it will be important for our country."

Emma: "Important…"

Emma: "… Oh, it's that time of year already."

Gilbert: "What?"

Emma: "The White Rose Festival."

Emma: "Getting in touch with the memories of the deceased, including our ancestors…"

Emma: "It's an important festival for people living today to put their wishes into words."

On the night of the festival, numerous candles and decorated white roses create a magical spectacle, attracting many people.   //   On the night of the festival, numerous candles and decorated white roses create a fantastic scene that attracts many people.

It is a lively festival that has existed since ancient times, where everyone thinks of a wish and puts their feelings into a white rose.

(I've been participating every year since I was a kid…)

Gilbert: "Heh… I see you have the right festival at the right time of year."

(The way he put it, I think Prince Gilbert noticed it too.)

In recent years, the White Rose Festival has taken on a different meaning than in the past.

Sariel: "Can't you understand why I don't want Prince Gilbert to be involved?"

Ten years ago, Obsidian suddenly invaded Rhodolite and dyed the roses with blood,

It happens perfectly at the time of the White Rose Festival.

Due to the nature of the festival, "getting in touch with the memories of the dead, including ancestors",

Recent festivals are not just about offering wishes,

It has become common for people to mourn and grieve for the dead, a tendency that can now be seen.

Sariel: "This year marks the 10th anniversary of the event, so a memorial service will be held."

Sariel: "It is such an important day for us."

Gilbert: "Heh."

Sariel: "… The White Rose Festival will be a national event, and we need Emma's help…"

Gilbert: "Am I in the way?"

Sariel: "I am simply asking you to refrain from doing so."

Sariel: "The White Rose Festival and the Obsidian royalty just don't go together too well."

Sariel: "At any rate, we have yet to receive an apology from your country for the invasion of 10 years ago…"

Gilbert: "Oh, is that so? I thought we already paid for the redemption."

Sariel: "I see that the messenger has arrived. There was no sign of the royal family…"

Gilbert: "His Majesty the Emperor doesn't know how to bow his head. For him, even just paying the reparation is an apology."

Sariel: "It's a logic that doesn't work in our country."

Gilbert: "Then I guess we'll never understand each other."

(. . . . . .)

Sariel: "… Even so, the long stay of Prince Gilbert has caused anxiety among many citizens."

Sariel: "Please stay away from Emma until the festival is over."

Gilbert: "No way. Why should I take your situation into consideration?"

Sariel: "... Yeah, yeah. I knew you would say that."

(That leads to "we're in trouble.")

The White Rose Festival, which commemorates the dead on Blood-Stained Rose Day, involves the Obsidian royal family—

Its significance is so great that it deserves to be inscribed in history.

(… I'm sure we'll get more opposition than we've ever gotten before.)

Not only to Prince Gilbert, but even more so to the only young lady who is close to the Obsidian royal family,

There should be a lot of cold entanglements.

Gilbert: "There's nothing wrong with that, is there? There's no rule that says the Obsidian royalty can't participate."

Sariel: "Then will you pay your respects?"

Gilbert: "As long as it's just a heartless form."

Sariel: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "That's the kind of country Obsidian is in, ordering an invasion with words of memorial."

Sariel: "We are far from peace."

Gilbert: "Our emperor hates peace."

(In other words, you are going to help me, but the country has no intention of having you involved in the White Rose Festival.)

Prince Gilbert's decision may be an act of pouring oil on a fire that has been smoldering for a decade.

(But…)

Emma: "I would be reassured if Prince Gilbert could help me."

Sariel: "… You've got to be kidding. Far from helping you, it will put you on the edge of the needle, you know?"

Emma: "I'm prepared."

Emma: "In the eyes of those who know nothing about it, Prince Gilbert's assistance may appear to them as a symbol of peace."

The Obsidian royal family cooperates with the White Rose Festival—depending on how you look at it, it's a compromise.

For the past decade, Obsidian has remained silent.

Without an apology, we have to live in constant fear of invasion,

There may be a certain number of people who would be relieved if it were a fleeting illusion.

Gilbert: "Unlike some bureaucrats, Little Rabbit knows how to handle me, doesn't she?"

A cold hand is placed on my shoulder, and in response, a deep furrow is carved between Sariel's eyebrows.

(… He must be worried about me.)

As long as I am Belle, it is inevitable that I will help the princes who spend their time preparing for the White Rose Festival.

There is also no way to avoid Prince Gilbert, who naturally follows me.

(Then I have to think positively now.)

Emma: "I'm going to start off by saying that I'm going to work you hard, okay?"

Gilbert: "You're going to make me?"

Emma: "If you're going to help me out, it would be a shame to hold back!"

Gilbert: "Ahaha, my usage fee is expensive, you know?"

Emma: "I'd like a friendship price there, please."

Gilbert: "It can't be helped. Only Little Rabbit is special, right?"

Sariel: "... sigh, I understand."

Sariel's sigh was mixed with bitterness.

Sariel: "Emma, please do not overdo it. Report all problems, even the most trivial ones, to me."

Sariel: "Is that clear?"

Emma: "Yes! Leave Prince Gilbert to me."

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(—And I responded with great vigor, but...)

As we walk side by side, I sneak a glance at Prince Gilbert.

His refreshing smile did not falter when we left Sariel's office.

(… I have no idea what you are thinking.)

Gilbert: "Hey, is there anything you want to ask me?"

As expected, Prince Gilbert stops in his tracks, perhaps because my gaze seems to distract him.

(Just in time. I just want to clarify one thing before the White Rose Festival.)

Emma: "Prince Gilbert…"

I was afraid to ask and hesitated for a moment, and then,

Emma: "… Were you standing on the battlefield 10 years ago on Blood-Stained Rose Day?"

(I have yet to hear about it.)

(... The "Blood-Stained Rose Day" that Prince Gilbert knows.)

Gilbert: "Did you know that they call me the "Ever-Victorious General"?"   //   "Do you know that I'm called 'The Marshal of Eternal Victory'?"

Emma: "I know."

Gilbert: "Then you know what I'm talking about, don't you?"

("Ever Victorious" means always winning.)

(… But the Blood-Stained Rose Day ultimately ended in a victory for Rhodolite.)

That can mean only one thing.

Emma: "You weren't on the battlefield."

Gilbert: "If you have to ask me if I was there or not, I would say yes."

Gilbert: "But I was not in command. I was there for a private observation."

Emma: "… Private?"

Gilbert: "Yes. I have always planned to invade Rhodolite at some point, so this was a preview of what to expect."

(At times like this, I am reminded that Prince Gilbert is never a friend.)   //   (At times like this, I realize that Prince Gilbert is never an ally.)

Even though he looks friendly, he is absolutely evil.

My heart ached, even though the answer should have been obvious.

Gilbert: "At that time, it was the Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces who was in command."

Emma: "Supreme Commander…"

Gilbert: "His Majesty the Emperor."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "And then we lost, so it's almost embarrassing."

Gilbert: "And what he did was not a war; it was just a massacre with no outcome."

Gilbert: "It was repulsive to watch. Especially if you're from Rhodolite, right?"

(For Prince Gilbert, it seems the Blood-Stained Rose Day is never a good memory.)

Even if the event that happened doesn't change, it might be the only salvation.

Gilbert: "Oh, I'm telling you, I'm just as guilty as you are."

As if he could see right through me, he nailed it.

Gilbert: "Even though I knew about His Majesty the Emperor's invasion, I didn't stop it. I am on the perpetrator's side."

Gilbert: "I have no right to mourn the dead. The White Rose Festival is just a festival to me."

Emma: "… I understand."

Gilbert: "Really? You should have expected it by now."

Gilbert: "It would have been nice if I were a 'convenient existence' for you."

Emma: "That's not what I…"

Gilbert: "I hate lies."

(… I'm so stupid.)

(I hope Prince Gilbert had nothing to do with the "Blood-Stained Rose Day"...)

I would be lying if I said I didn't think so.

I didn't know why I had such strange expectations.

(Don't turn a blind eye to reality.)

Emma: "… I understand well that Prince Gilbert is Rhodolite's enemy."

Gilbert: "Fufu, great, great."

Emma: "Then why didn't the "Marshal of Eternal Victory" participate in the war?"   //   "So why didn't the "Ever-Victorious General" take part in the war?"

Gilbert: "Well… It's a nation's secret, but do you want to know?"

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Gilbert: "In Obsidian, there is an unspoken agreement that if anyone finds out your secret, you are to kill them without question…"

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Shaking my head, Prince Gilbert laughed, and his shoulders shook.

Gilbert: "But I think it was a blessing in disguise for Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "If I were on the battlefield, the map would have been rewritten by now."

Emma: "… Rhodolite is not a country that can be conquered so easily."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, you say that?"

Gilbert: "But it's a fair assessment. The Emperor has misjudged the underlying strength of a small country."

Gilbert: "I would be too embarrassed to return to my own country if I withdrew without gaining anything."   //   "I'd be too embarrassed to go back to my own country without gaining something."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(Prince Gilbert seems to have the confidence of an "Ever-Victorious General.")

What if Prince Gilbert really shows his fangs against Rhodolite…

I didn't want to think beyond that.

(I wish you were on my side.)

Gilbert: "Rather than that, Little Rabbit, you needs to focus on the task at hand."

Gilbert: "Let's work together to prepare for the celebration, shall we?"

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Leon, Yves & Licht: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Jin: "… The atmosphere here is outrageous."

(Oh, I feel like I'm being crushed…)

The first thing I went to do to help with the White Rose Festival was,

A regular meeting of the executive committee, formed by the leading members of the domestic faction.

The situation was not what one would call a friendly atmosphere,

Everyone who was there was staring at Prince Gilbert, who was sitting in his seat with a casual face.

(There was a similar scene before, but when the person himself appears, the tension is different.)

Prince Gilbert doesn't care, even if he is skewered by sharp gazes that seem to pierce the enemy.

Gilbert: "Why don't you start the meeting? Or are we just a bunch of bored people here?"

Leon: "Lord Gilbert, you knew this was coming, didn't you?"

Gilbert: "I have no obligation to take your personal feelings into consideration."

Gilbert: "I just want to help the little rabbit."

Prince Gilbert smiled at me affectionately, and all at once the contradiction changed.

(Just looking at you, my heart is freezing.)

Gilbert: "Hey… Little Bunny, they don't seem to be welcoming you."

Gilbert: "I feel sorry for you. But don't worry, I'm on your side."

The more he speaks kindly to me, the more the temperature of the room drops.

As always, kindness cloaked in malice has repainted my world.

(… Don't give up now.)

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Emma: "I don't want to worry Rio and Luke, and I don't want to run away from Prince Gilbert."

Emma: "So... I will start by restoring the "cold world" created by Prince Gilbert."

Luke: "And how will you do it?"

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All hostility is taken in, and fists are clenched.

I don't ever want to look down and run away from their gazes.

Emma: "Prince Gilbert will be assisting us with the White Rose Festival."

Yves: "I-I see…"

Licht: "He has nerves of steel."

Jin: "Hey, he's our guest of honor."

(The princes don't seem to agree either.)

(… It's only natural.)

Emma: "Of course, I know it's not easy."

Emma: "I know there are many of you who find it... unforgivable."

Emma: "I don't know about the Blood-Stained Rose Day, so I don't have the right to say anything."

Emma: "But this is the only thing."

I make eye contact with each one of them the whole way through without running away.

Emma: "I wish Rhodolite everlasting peace."

Emma: "For that reason, I would like to let Prince Gilbert know the pain through the festival…"

Emma: "I think it will be an important step that will lead to the future."

Leon & Yves: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "We can't build peace if we keep turning our backs on each other."

Emma: "I want to fill in the gaps, even if just a little."

Jin & Licht: ". . . . . ."

(… I don't feel a response.)

It seems that my honest feelings resounded as "beautiful words."

Bureaucrat: "... Prince Leon."

After a long silence, the first person to open his mouth was a man with a familiar face.

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Bureaucrat: "Don't touch it!"

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Bureaucrat: "I'm sorry... but may I be excused for the rest of the day?"

Bureaucrat: "… I just can't stand it."

Bureaucrat: "I can't help... but think of my wife's face."

(. . . . . .)

Leon: "… Yes."

When Leon nods briefly, the man leaves the room without looking at him.

… He wasn't the only one.

Several other bureaucrats also leave their seats.

I could see swirling emotions there.

I can't hold them back or say a word to them.

(I knew that… but the gap is too deep.)

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Emma: "Originally, my daily life was full of people's kindness. Malice is nothing more than that."

Emma: "So I will change the current situation through communication, and this time I will drag Prince Gilbert into it first."

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(Can I really do that?)

Gilbert: "Hehe…"

In this situation, only Prince Gilbert laughs.

It was as if he knew this would happen from the beginning.

Gilbert: "Communication alone does not change people's values."

Gilbert: "Of course things could change, but that would be a huge, world-changing feat."

Gilbert: "You don't have the power to change the world. Don't be so cocky."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "I wonder how long the little rabbit can keep dreaming…?"

𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿:

To the Mean Little Bunny:

I did read your response to me. Thank you.

However… I can't believe you want to know about my relationship with Yves Kloss...

I didn't expect you to ask me about another man, so I decided to be mean.

You deserve my help with the White Rose Festival, don't you...?   //   My help with the White Rose Festival is your own fault, you know…?

However, since you asked, I will tell you.

The Kloss family is my mother's family.

I'm sure you're guessing, but that guy you're good friends with is my cousin.

That lineage is genuinely a noble family.

Even in Obsidian, there were some high-ranking families, but as I said earlier, there were an overwhelming number of people who thought, "Those of higher status can do as they please with those of lower status."

That's why I hate those with that bloodline. Regardless of their character.

Now. Naughty baby rabbit. Next time, don't put the other man's name in your letter, okay?   //   Well. You mean little bunny. Next time, don't mention another man's name in your letter, okay? I'm the only one you should care about.

Gilbert von Obsidian

[7-pines]

Revolutionary Girl Utena Tarot Card Ideas

I cannot commit to drawing all these but I have been working out how I'd lay out the Major Arcana at least. While I'm confident in some cards, there's some where I'm not sure which visual symbols I want to use or how to capture the meaning of the card right. Feel free to reply/message me about these if you have better ideas.

Deck is Rider-Waite and meanings are cobbled together from BiddyTarot, Labrynithos, TVTropes Useful Notes, Wikipedia and me. I list these meanings, then describe the cards, and then describe how the meanings interact with the cards and whether or not they still fit. Once I feel satisfied/done with the card assignments, I'll probably just write out new suggested meanings for all of them.

A thing about Rider-Waite decks is that Strength and Justice are reversed compared to other decks. I'm tempted not to number these so that those cards can change places.

Anyways, the cards:

0. The Fool - Tenjou Utena (Prince)

upright: beginnings, innocence, free spirit, spontaneity reversed: recklessness, taking risks, naviety, inconsideration

She should be depicted in her school uniform at the beginning of the series, white rose in her breast pocket and bamboo sword and about to step (off?) onto the dueling arena and is looking above at the school's mirage. I am tempted for her to have short hair in this.

The show goes out of its way to call Utena the Fool. "Was that really such a good idea." This card is positioned as the protagonist that makes their way through all the challenges presented by the other 21 Major Arcana cards (21 duels). Both upright and reversed, this card describes Utena's personality as an innocent and naive young girl, reckless in the name of what she believes is right.

1. The Magician - Ohtori Akio (Dios/Apocalypse)

upright: manifestation, willpower, desire, creation reversed: manipulation, trickery, untapped talents, illusions

This should be the verison of Akio that's a prince, in the white suit with red cloak. Projected above him is the illusory school that reflects the real one below, and maybe sitting on the projector (should not be obvious that this is the projector, as much as like, the orb that also represents the world/egg). He is doing the "as above, so below" symbol that the magician is doing but with his hands reversed, and above his head should be a snake eating its own tail in the shape of an infinity sign like a halo, representing the dueling cycle. I'm not sure if he should be the version of Dios or the version of Apocalypse. It's possible to do both here with Dios reflecting Apocalypse but it might get too crowded.

Upright this card represents how Akio controls the world through his own desires. Reversed, this card represents the manipulation and illusions he employs.

2. The High Priestess - Himemiya Anthy (Rose Bride)

upright: intuition, subconscious/unconscious, internality, magic reversed: secrets, withdrawal and silence, repressed feelings

It shouldn't be obvious that Anthy's in her coffin, but there's a shadow over her that represents that. Her expression is neutral, doll-like and she is wearing the rose bride dress with the crown on her head. Chu-chu should be in this card, dressed as Akio, maybe eating/holding a pomegranate. She is in the rose garden that's flooding around her feet, with other roses and the moon reflected in that. Behind her is a red rose on the veil, and the shadows of A/B-ko are both going into the rose as they fight each other. In general, the colors and composition should reflect the Empress, so more purple in this one.

This card is a lot about secret power and manipulation. Reversed, it leans more into emotional repression and withdrawal.

3. The Empress - Kiryuu Nanami

upright: feminity, motherhood, nature, abundance, harmony reversed: dependence, smothering, lack, nosiness

Posed like the High Priestess, Nanami has a smug demeanor to her. Wherever Chu-chu was, should be replaced with a colorful egg. She should also be wearing a crown, and in the background should be the mountains as seen in the episode where she turned into a cow.

Nanami represents the queen in the way she has social power over her classmates from her proximity to her brother, the Emperor. She is literally the only person I could think of in this show that has a scene that one could describe as maternal (trying to raise the egg). Reversed, this card signifies dependence and lack, both things that characterize Nanami. She is dependent on her brother for power, and she lacks a true emotional connection with literally everyone (she thinks she has one with her brother but that's proven false). Maybe also including the cat whever Anthy has one of the duelists.

4. The Emperor - Kiryuu Touga

upright: masculinity, fatherhood, authority, control reversed: tyranny, rigidity, coldness, domination

This card should probably reflect the Devil more than the Magician, though Touga models himself after both in relationship to Utena. Touga should be wearing red and sitting on the chair as though he were dead, on the Student Council rooftop. He is carrying a sword in one hand and maybe he's holding a white envelope or telephone in the other one. On the table should be the recordings he made for the student council meetings. I feel like I should include the cabbage butterflies from the movie since they are a visual symbol associated with him. I don't know how to depict coldness other than the ways he destroys the relationship he has with Nanami and Saionji, so maybe the diary burning should be near him and he should be bleeding from the hand holding the sword.

Touga and Nanami reflect Akio and Anthy. All together, these four make a story about a kingdom where it looks like the power is in the hands of Touga and Nanami, but it's really Akio and Anthy that are influencing things as the Magician and High Priestess.

5. The Hierophant - The Shadow Play

upright: religion, conformity, traditions, morality reversed: personal beliefs, rebellion, subversiveness, freedom

This one is complicated. I don't feel like there's a particular religion that's believed in (especially not Christianity). I was debating putting the teacher here for her role in enforcing the school's norms, but she's pretty ineffectual in the face of Utena. The thing that's a much larger controlling force in the school is the Narrative. The story that says that one boy is the prince and all girls are the rose bride (except for the witch) and so forth. I feel like the Shadow Players are the most aware of the narrative and the story they're acting out. This card shows the different masks the girls wear, roles they act out, and the play they're putting on is the one they invite Utena to. I haven't figured out which props should be in the foreground but probably a crown, a sword and a monster mask/witch hat?

Upright, this card represents the narrative and social constructs that the world is expected to adhere to. Reversed, this card represents rebelling against those things and staying true to yourself.

6. The Lovers - Utena & Anthy

upright: love, harmony, duality, union, synthesis reversed: self-love, disharmony, imbalance, one-sidedness

This has to be Utena and Anthy having tea together, as equals, both of them with their hair long and down. Some canvases on easels in the background, referencing the scene in the movie where they perceive each other, and the implication that this is in the future or outside the school. There's tea on the table next to a plate of biscuits, but under the table, there should be two swords. I would love if I could make the swords only visible if the card is reversed, and it's not necessary for those to exist, because maybe the tea and biscuits are enough to call back the scene where they joke about poisoning each other. I want them to be holding hands across the table as well, and smiling, truly happy. Maybe car keys in the foreground, and a world stretching out around them in the back.

Upright, this is their relationship as equals. Reversed, this is their relationship as prince and bride and princess and witch, one-sided projections of the other, jealousy, and taking advantage of or minimizing the other.

7. The Chariot - Akio's Car

upright: control, willpower, success, direction/leadership reversed: self-discipline, opposition, lack of direction

This one's kinda obvious, what else is a chariot but Akio's car? Akio sits on the hood of the car, shirtless, as it speeds past the word "stop" written on the road, which is turning towards the left, this car is not trying to escape the school. I'm tempted to draw the car so large that Akio's face isn't really visible.

The additional meaning afforded to this card by the show is coerced sexuality. The word "Stop" should be reversed so it's easier to read from the driver's point of view and when the card is reversed, and I'm debating whether writing it in English or Japanese.

8. Strength - Shinohara Wakaba

upright: courage, bravery, compassion, gentleness, self-control reversed: inner strength, self-doubt, weakness, insecurity

Wakaba's a normal girl going through it and dealing with feeling inferior and the heartbreak from the guy she likes mocking her feelings for him. I'm really not sure what to include in this, maybe her in her dormitory with her kappa water dispenser and food she likes cooking, like one of the bento boxes she makes for Utena. The other symbol here is the carved wooden leaf and her love letters, but I'm not totally sure how I want to include these, maybe reversed or falling from something behind her. Also maybe actual onions for both her and the onion prince.

Upright, it's about the forms of strength besides just physical, besides the type that stands out and is special. Quiet and emotional strength and compassion. Reversed, it's insecurity about not being special or important.

9. The Hermit - Saionji Kyouichi

upright: wisdom, introspection, solitude, search for truth reversed: isolation, loneliness, withdrawal, lost

I don't really have a lot of Saionji thoughts. But, he is like Utena in that he also has no family and no one to rely on, except Wakaba and he sure does end up fucking that up in the end. He doesn't really have any inner knowledge but when he gets expelled, he doesn't go home and lives in the woods for a few weeks, I guess he grows a little in this time? Maybe? Anyways, that's this card. Him camping out in the woods, and wearing an apron and cooking eggs, I guess. He's also the first duelist to point out/realize that maybe the upside-down school is just a mirage.

Upright, this card is about having time alone and trying to figure out what you're doing. Reversed, this card is about not having anyone to rely on, being isolated and withdrawn.

10. Wheel of Fortune - The Duels

upright: good luck, cycles, destiny, change in fortune reversed: bad luck, resistance to change, breaking cycles

The cycle of duels is the only thing that makes sense to me here. All of the main duelists (Utena/Saionji/Miki/Juri/Nanami/Touga/Akio) pointed at a rose like the spokes of a wheel. Maybe also a light that points upwards, representing the power of Dios, or a light coming from Anthy to represent the hearts that these are coming from. Surrounding this is either the shape of the school or the shape of a coffin (the shape of the school is also the shape of a tomb), filled with roses of different colors.

I think something about this card is being complicit in the cycle you're stuck in. Upright means success within the system, and reversed is failure within the system, but there are reasons why succeeding in the system may perpetuate a terrible cycle and reasons why failing or rebelling against a system is a good thing.

11. Justice - Tenjou Utena (duelist)

upright: objectivity, fairness, truth, cause and effect, law reversed: unfairness, unaccountability, dishonesty

There's actually a version of this card drawn by the mangaka artist, Saitou Chiho, here in 1997. The other card here is Utena as the High Priestess, but I really think that should be Anthy. There's some stuff here about how Utena rides a black horse in the opening sequence and how (of the four horsemen) that rider is Famine who also carries a scale.

I think this card should be Utena in the pose that she uses when the spirit of Dios possesses her and there should be rose petals fallilng to the ground behind her, purple and/or red maybe because that's Akio that she's defeating but that's also Anthy.

Upright, this card is being the chivalrous and honorable prince, to revolutionize the unjust world. Reversed, this card is the way a prince never quite let the princess protect herself, and that you cannot revolutionize the world with the methods used to enforce control.

The really fun thing about Utena being Justice and Wakaba being Strength is that Rider-Waite decks actually have the order for these two reversed, compared to other decks (Strength is the 11th card, Justice is the 8th card) and this really neatly fits in with the last episode of the series.

12. The Hanged Man - Mikage Souji/Professor Nemuro

upright: surrender, sacrifice/matyrdom for knowledge, release reversed: stalling, resistance, indecision, needless sacrifice

Mikage should be upside down in his elevator, with a leaf framed on the wall next to him. He should be holding the candles, representing this belief that he sacrificed himself for Mamiya. The bottom of this card should be up in flames, and maybe a red outline around him like the other princes that died in the school in the past and were cremated. He has a black rose in his breast pocket and the black rose ring on his finger. He should be looking downwards, mirroring Utena's pose as the Fool. There should be a desk behind him, somewhat reminiscent of the table the Magician has, with the things that the other black rose duelists had on their school desks.

This card upright is about sacrifice for knowledge, sacrificing people for the sake of information or revenge. Reversed, this card is about nostalgia and fixation on the past, being unable to move forward. It's also about needless sacrifice, and the way everyone's memories of the Black Rose Duelists were totally lost after the arc.

13. Death - Tokiko Chida

upright: endings, change, transformation, metamorphosis reversed: resistance to change, stagnation, decay, inner purging

Tokiko should be upright, wearing all black and looking like an old woman. On the wall behind her should be a framed butterfly representing metamorphosis. It should be sunset, mirroring the flames that consume Mikage. I want to somehow represent that she's left flowers on Mamiya's grave and is moving forward with her life, maybe a coffin behind her with the stalks of floweres on it.

Tokiko is only figure that is able to change between the memories and now, and one of the first to escape. While Utena and Mikage mirror each other, Mikage sees Utena as Tokiko and able to enact change.

14. Temperance - Arisugawa Juri

upright: balance, moderation, patience, synthesis reversed: imbalance, excess, self-healing, extremes

Juri is casting off things, the broken locket falling into the water while the orange rose, torn from her breast pocket, falls onto the land. I was going to use Shiori as the Lovers so that I could cast Juri as the angel in both of these cards, but I think this also works out.

I think upright, it can work to be patience and reversed it can be repression or imbalance. Juri's patience in hoping that Shiori will understand her feelings without her saying them, which doesn't work out for her but sort of works for the card. And reversed, there's an imbalance and block that's keeping her from progressing.

15. The Devil - Ohtori Akio (Chairman)

upright: shadow, restriction, addiction, sexuality, material attachments reversed: release, freedom, detachment, restoring control

This card should be framed to be inside the observatory that keeps everyone trapped, with Akio standing above Utena and Anthy, who don't look at each other. Utena's dressed like a princess wearing earrings, Anthy is dressed like the Rose Bride and the night sky is projected above them, Venus directly above Akio.

He literally draws a line from the planet Venus to Lucifer to his own name and role in this story. Not a lot to really say about this one, it mirrors the Lovers and the way Akio uses sexuality and family and attachments to control people.

16. The Tower - The Observatory

upright: sudden upheaval, broken pride, chaos, revelation, disaster reversed: averting disaster, fear of change, fear of suffering

Feels self-explanatory. It's the tower, it's the birdcage, it's the garden, it's everything that's keeping Anthy trapped. The swords should be in the process of destroying it, with the silhouette of Utena getting hit by them.

This is the scene of destruction, Utena's broken dream of being a prince, understanding Anthy, and the reality of being a prince. This revolution is going to hurt. Reversed, it's about Akio's fear of the swords, of change, of destruction.

17. The Star - The Projector/Miracle

upright: hope, faith, purpose, renewal, spirituality, peace reversed: faithlessness, discouragement, disconnection

commentary: The star is the projector of the castle reversed. I think it should be front and center, and projecting the upside-down school and a constellation above it. It's the hope that people have to gain power and attain their dreams at the same time keeping everyone stuck within the system and used to discourage true freedom.

18. The Moon - Kaoru Miki and Kozue

upright: illusion, intuition, fear, subconscious/unconscious, true colors reversed: confusion, fear, misinterpretation, repression

commentary: I think this works best if I use both of the twins on this one. Miki represents illusion and the tame dog while Kozue represents true colors and the wild wolf. They should both be in the garden but Miki's resembles his memory while Kozue's side represents the current reality, while she looks up at the moon and between them is the pitcher of milk creating a river that divides-connects them.

Upright this card is about nostalgia and the illusions created by memory, thinking of Miki's perspective of the events. Reversed, this card is about hedonism and expression of true feelings, seeing Kozue's side of the same events.

19. The Sun - Tsuwabuki Mitsuru

upright: positivity, fun, warmth, success, celebration, reward reversed: inner-child, negativity, overly optimistic

commentary: A baby. I want the film to be projected above him, with the idea of being a prince just out of reach above him and maybe holding the bar of chocolate or the potted plant that he dropped on Nanami's head upside-down.

I think this ends up mirroring the Fool a bit, with naivety and impulsiveness. And nothing Tsuwabuki tries to do succeeds because he's a child. Maybe leaning more towards that, being a child and powerless.

20. Judgement - The Swords of Hatred

upright: judgement, rebirth, reflection, reckoning, awakening, absolution reversed: doubt, self loathing, ignoring the call

commentary: A circle off the swords pointed at a coffin filled with roses, mirroring the Wheel of Fortune. The roses in the center should either all be white or be rainbow overflowing from the coffin. This should be happening at the observatory.

21. The World - Himemiya Anthy (leaving)

upright: completion, fulfillment, accomplishment, travel reversed: short-cuts, delays, no closure

commentary: Himemiya is wearing her outfit from the end of the anime. The road she walks on fades into the wilderness.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey Bestie 🖤 I thought about another question. How would your favorite TIG characters react if you bring home a lost puppy or a kitten without telling them first? I'd love to hear what you think. 🖤I love you

Thank you so much for the question bestie! I love you too 🤗💚

CK Terry Silver:

I think it would have to be a kitten with Terry, I think he's more of a cat person. The image I have in my head, is coming home with a little white kitten in my arms and Terry sees him, he would immediately fall in love. The little blue eyes, the tiny paws, I can just see him asking to hold him. He'd be absolutely tiny in Terry's large hands, but I think Terry would love him, and would be more than happy that you've brought him back. He would even try and think of a suitable name, with Silver on the end of course, seeing as he was going to be a new member of the family 💚

KK3 Terry Silver:

I feel like a dog suits this Terry better, and it would have to be a dog who would suit him. Maybe a Staffordshire bull terrier puppy? I think that's one that he would like, a boy puppy, dark in colour but bright coloured eyes. If you brought a little puppy home and let it run towards Terry excitedly, I bet Terry would be over the moon and instinctively get down to it's level and start playing with him, letting the puppy jump on his lap and play fight too. He would love that you've bought a puppy home, and he would try to think of a good tough name for him, something that shows how strong he's going to grow up to be 💚

Max Parrish:

I can see Max as a puppy person too, maybe a smaller one, like a dachshund or a jack russle. He would go into a childish excitement, probably jumping with joy if you brought a puppy into the house. He wouldn't stop giving it attention, and he would never want to put it down either, it's like he has his own little friend he can have whenever he likes. He would buy only the cutest bed, toys and things for the puppy, I have a feeling he would struggle with a name for it, probably because there are just too many cute names to think of 💚

Terry McCain:

Its obvious Terry is a cat person, and he would absolutely love that you brought a kitten home. He would of course already have one of his own, but if he saw you cuddling another one as you came home, he would love it. Having a friend for the first one would just make the house feel more like a home. He wouldn't be able to stop stroking it and giving it cuddles, I can see him falling alseep on his sofa with both kittens asleep in his lap at the same time 💚

Cash:

Cash is a difficult one, but I honestly think he suits a puppy more than a kitten. I can see a German Shepherd being a good dog for him, I'm not sure he would be excited when you first brought it home, he wouldn't mind that you got a dog, but he wouldn't jump up and down about it. I feel like he would grow to love it, spending time with it a little at a time until they were inseparable. Being a German Shepherd, he would even be tempted to try and take it to work at the police station, before you know it, they would be best buddies 💚

General Taligaro:

I think a cat is better suited for Taligaro, but not just a normal run of the mill domestic cat, I think you and him would adopt maybe a jaguar or a lion cub. He would love having a cub like this, not only because it would be super cute, but it could also be trained to protect you and his men in the army. He would spend time with this cub as much as he could, creating a real bond, until it came of age and was fully grown. I have this image in my head of Taligaro sat in a throne and his wild cat sat by his side like a real baddass! 💚

Jan Valek:

With Valek, it would have to be something that suits his dark world, so I believe maybe a hell hound. It would be one of those demonic dogs from the same realm as dark creatures like vampires, I think maybe a Dobermann. If you found this puppy and brought it to Valek, he would smile, give it a little stroke on its head and see how much you loved the cutness of him. He would agree to have him with you, and as it grew, Valek would help to train it, especially if it could protect you, his human soul mate. He would love the dog and respect it, seeing as the dog would show the same in return 💚

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

I think I have an idea for a short story or maybe a novelette or novella. (probably not a novelette, bc those aren't really a thing these days). It's based on these intense dreams I had as a kid.

It's a little long, so I'm going put it under a thingy.

So, like as a teenager I used to have these weird dreams. They started when I was 15. They were prevalent all through out high school, though they became less and less common the older I got. I think the last dream I had was around 20/21ish.

In these dreams I was always in this black void. Or standing on the shore of some beach at night, when it was pitch black and the only light came from the moon and stars--in those dreams I was always reaching for something, but I don't know what. Anyway that was the setting for the dream.

The dream itself consisted of this man. He was beautiful, in an ethereal sort of way. Black hair, black eyes (just the pupil and the iris, he still had the whites of his eyes), pale white skin. Like really pale. And covered in this long black cloak that hid his body. I can't remember much of his face, but I think he had sharp features. And angular? I think there were prominent cheekbones, but I'm not sure.

And he would talk to me. At first it was a bit scary, what with the black void and all. At first from a distance. Telling me things like he'd been watching over me. So naturally, I was like, what? who are you, and that's creepy. He never did give me a name to call him that I can remember.

I would dream of him often, and he would tell me things like how one day, he'd come and take me away. Usually in these dreams, we'd be a distance apart. The distance got smaller with time; all the while he's telling me that he's coming to take me away. He doesn't tell me where or why, though sometimes he would say, to a better place. He'd say that he's watching over me, and will keep me safe.

Eventually we get to standing an arms length apart. (Which is my preferred distance for most people, tbh. I hate being touched, and I don't like people in my personal bubble.) He'd tell me that he'd come for me when I was ready. At one point, he said that I had to choose to come with him.

Dream me was very conflicted. Because I was scared of this dude, but also drawn to him. (It wasn't anything romantic or sexual. I just had this sense of yearning, like if I went with him then I could finally be free.)

Then the dreams changed. He started telling me to come to him. He would get closer now, close but never touching. He'd stand behind me and whisper in my ear for me to come to him. And I was always half afraid, half tempted. Because he'd promise a world where he could protect me from pain, where I could finally belong.

The ocean dreams started next. I could hear his voice, calling me for me to come to him. Except it wasn't from any one area, it was from everywhere and directly inside my brain. And he wasn't there anymore. But there was something--I could never remember what it was after waking up--far out into the ocean, something I knew i had to reach. That if I reached it, everything would be alright. That everything would be better. But I never could reach it in my dreams, it was too far away for to swim and reach. Sometimes when I tried, the ocean would become tempestuous, and I'd get caught up, struggling to keep forward, but never making it.

(And like, I'm pretty sure that was just some coping method my teenage mind cooked up to deal with the undiagnosed depression and anxiety. And the suicidal ideation. Like, I can remember this moment from when I was 16. I was sitting on my floor, on this awful dusty rose colored carpet that I hated, and had always hated, even though I picked it out, bc I went through a pink phase a few years earlier. I didn't really like pink all that much. I actually hated it, at the time, because to me it represented all the ways of being a girl that I couldn't be. It was feminine and girly, and all the things I wasn't. But I had to look normal, right? I had to be like other girls, so know one would know something was wrong with me, that I wasn't normal. And I was just there, tying my shoes, when the thought hit me. I was going to kill myself someday. I didn't know when, but I had this stark clarity that it was the way I was going to die. Bc one day I would get tired, too tired to keep doing this. And that it would be ok, bc I could go out on my own terms, that I would be the one in control of my death. I can't explain how that moment felt. It was like an epiphany for me. So yeah, I was probably real fucked up in the head.)

But I think it could make for a good story. We have a girl who struggles to feel like she belongs anywhere, who feels like there's a wall of glass between her and the world, like she's something other and has to pretend to be a person. Then there's this man (probably some type of supernatural/mythical/fantasy/etc. creature) who tells her he can take her somewhere better. Maybe make it a romance, because people dig romance. He visits her in her dreams, and she slowly falls in love with him. He could be a hero, or he could be a villain she has to defeat. The dreams stop. For years and years. Then something happens that triggers them to come back.

And then I would actually have to think of a plot and shit. It could be an allegory for death. Or obsession. Maybe the dream man is real, or maybe our heroine is crazy. I could leave it up to interpretation. Or I could straight up make him a creature. Idk yet.