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Stellar Witch LIP☆S
5 volumes (digital only as of 5/12/2023)
Licensed by Kodansha
Miku Hoshino is a just a regular girl who thinks of nothing but her favorite idol, Rei, from the totally popular group M.A.G. When her school duties make her miss the concert she was desperately hoping to go for, she does what any girl would do—takes the help of a witch! But when the witch turns Miku into a witch, too, her life becomes anything from ordinary...and a certain keen-eyed detective seems determined to keep it that way!
Status in Country of Origin
5 Volumes (Complete)
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Magical Girl/s
Thief/ves
Witch/es
#Stellar Witch LIP☆S#Majo Kaitou Lips#nakayoshi#kodansha#manga#completed#ICHI Kotoko#KAGAMI Hana#adventure#comedy#fantasy#school life#shoujo#supernatural#2019#2010s
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Mine, Yours, Ours (Love) - S.R.
Type: medieval/fantasy/fairy tale AU; a part of this pseudomedieval-fantasy AU or a one-shot, I suppose
Pairing: knight Steve Rogers x witch!reader Word Count: 4,8k
Summary: Sir Rogers, the honorary knight of Starkerbürg, feels blessed. Another day has passed, another day he gets to come home; to his lovely wife and his child. A household full of love in the face of everyday bliss and hardships of life alike.
But there’s a shift in the air tonight; something sweet and exciting crackling in the air, a longing and all-consuming need blooming within him as he sees his wife, so divine, in the most mundane and extraordinary of moments.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, body worship and (light) breeding kink, oral (fem-rec), PIV, but also tooth-rotting fluff, polytheism and light blesphemry, Slovak terms of agreement ‘cause I can (translation at the end), knight Steve 'cause he's a warning
A/N: A super-belated gift for @stellar-solar-flare 's birthday - or perhaps an early Christmas gift 🤭 fits after the events of the previous instalments but can probably be read as a standalone; DIVIDER by @firefly-graphics
Shiny armour; a heavy sword by the hip. Stance straight and tall, head held high.
An emblem of the kingdom, worn with pride. Bloody hands and scars from defending those in need.
Standing witness to events remembered by history and lending a hand in their creation.
Virtues of a knight; strength, courage, chivalry. Loyalty. Mercy and generosity; faith.
The honour of the noble servant of Starkerbürg, the glory only growing after the appointment of the new king.
Words of praise by royalty itself, whispers of admiration from commoners and nobility at every corner.
No higher honour in these lands than knighthood; and yet.
And yet as Steven stepped into the house, all the whispers and praises fell silent in his head, the great honour slipping off his shoulders into nothingness.
As Steven stepped into his home, he allowed the thoughts and echoes of sensation in his chest having been following him all day fill in his lungs, heart and soul alike instead.
Conviction ringing truer than the steel of a sword against another.
There was no greater honour than to having stood tall at the altar where his future wife had awaited him. No greater pride than to having hold a new life, one he and his beloved had created, in his arms. No greater title to carry than the one of a loving father and a loyal husband. No greater fortune than to witness and take part in precious, ungraspable and yet achingly tangible moments history might not remember, but Steven shall, forever.
You turned to him from the stove as you were setting the tea pot down, gifting him a smile; and from his very soul, Steven would swear that all the gold and luxurious robes of the royal halls in the castle could not compare to your beauty.
His wife; the mother of his child.
The yearning to hold you in his arms again struck Steve with force beyond all the longings throughout the day combined. And yet he hesitated; torn as to whether to come to greet you or the little human sleeping soundly in the cradle first, his heart large enough to adore both and wishing to show his affections all at once.
Your smile turned softer as if you sensed his hesitance and eagerness; you beckoned with your chin to the sleeping baby, solving his dilemma without taking offence, offering warmth in your gaze as Steve’s own wandered to the small bundle of joy, his steps sure and impatient after having missed his daughter since the early hours of the morning.
His breath caught in his lungs; he had seen her for over three hundred days now and yet, air stuck in his chest every single time he laid eyes on the beautiful miracle of life.
Her lips were slightly pursed, tiny hands in fists as if she was trying to grasp her dreams and make them stay; much like Steven had once grabbed after his own dream of you and him together, despite your worlds seemingly laying hundreds of miles apart. She cooed silently as he leaned over the crib and settled his hand over her belly, his index finger caressing her soft cheek, causing her to stir minutely. For a child barely old a year, her face already showed a myriad of expressions; at his careful touch, she almost seemed to smile in her sleep.
Steven’s chest inflated almost painfully, so full it might burst; by gods, he had been blessed. Running the pad of his finger over her still closed fists, he marvelled at the small fingers clenched so fiercely. A strong, healthy, gorgeous child. A gift from the gods he shall always fight to be worthy of; a gift from you.
Tearing his eyes, prickling with tears, away, his gaze found you, a goddess in her own right pouring two cups of tea almost mundanely, the smell of herbs filling the little cabin and complimenting its warmth; the house he had helped build with his own hands; the house you had turned into a home with your generous heart.
Striding to you in quick long steps, he wrapped his arms around your waist at last, even if not before you had set the pot down as not to hurt you.
The glimpse of your smile was warmer than the fire in the hearth, your body melting into his front so willingly and with such relaxed trust as if you, too, were only now entering your home despite having spent most of your day right here.
“Welcome home, rytier moj,” you whispered simply. Your palms laid over his, caressing in response to his lips instinctively attaching to the tattoo adorning your neck, soft warm skin humming with life under his kiss.
“It is good to be home, bosorka moja,” he muttered, granting himself a generous inhale, all senses tuning to you; the scent and warmth of your skin, the softness and fullness of your flesh causing his head to swim and his heart calm, thoughts circling around the centre and sense of his life he’d hold onto with vigour should he die the very next moment. “How are the two most important ladies in the world doing?”
Your hand rose to card through his hair, gentle touch sliding over his cheek, a smile adorning your lips and voice alike.
“Oh? In the whole world, rytier moj? Perhaps in yours…”
“Same difference.”
Turning your head, you caught his lips with yours, a taste of sunshine and pure contentment on his tongue as you smiled into the kiss and sighed, the only sign of the day’s exhaustion you allowed yourself to display. A smidge of worry creased Steve’s forehead, his arms tightening a fraction as to not only hold you and indulge in the feel of you in his embrace, but to support you too.
“It was a good day, rytier moj,” you said, a drop of humour rendering your voice a tad warmer. “However, you should know that your daughter made all the pots fly for a bit, which led to me having to clean up for eternity.”
Steven chuckled, nose nudging your temple.
The image of you having to run around rose vivid in his mind, along with concern about long hours of exhausting work of caring for the small child, no matter how joyful at moments, tiring you out; yet, the tenderness of your voice and the soft note of humour made his chest hum with overwhelming feeling of love, wide smile attacking his lips.
“Hm… I am sorry to hear that, love,” he said. “But have you noticed, how our little one is referred to as my daughter whenever she is up to no good? I find it curious, especially since such magical feat is something she has certainly taken after you…”
His thoughts wandered, the sensation of your body filling his hands so well evoking the memory of you indeed having your magic burst out of you before, more than once; sinful, beautiful images filling his mind. The memory of the taste of you tickled on his tongue, your cries of pleasure as your hips had buckled under his firm grip echoing so sweetly in his ears, heat pooling in his groin, rousing visceral need to hear and touch and taste and have again.
“Mmm, I would not be so certain, rytier moj…. stirring trouble is most certainly your specialty.”
You opposed him, amused; perhaps oblivious, for the moment, of how his grip on your sides grew firmer, your warmth and scent bringing his body to the fullest, most delicious alert.
What was it you said? Stirring trouble? Being up to no good? Oh, his sweet wife, his lovely bosorka… you had no inkling of what he was up to indeed, the longing to sink the entirety of his being into you turning too much to bear for him only.
“Is that so?” he chuckled.
Your breath caught in your throat as you heard something in his voice change; or perhaps it was his hands, sliding over your hip, moving over your belly, fingers inching lower in a wordless plea, lips pressing to the side of your neck again, lingering, a greedy inhale causing his head to spin and his hips thrusting forward just an inch, to feel more, more, more.
“Perhaps you are right, láska moja… You are so, so good. I do recall you only have your magic act out of control when I am near you.” When I take you, when I have you tether at the edge of unholy bliss, when I sink into you and make you mine. My love, my wife, the heart of my life, of my family. My everything, mine to love, to protect, to have, his mind whispered sinfully, no words spilling from his lips as instead they wandered over the column of your throat you so generously revealed when you tipped your head back to rest it on his shoulder, desire and pride of being the one to have you succumb to his ministrations so willingly roaring in his veins even as his voice was intimately quiet. “When I am so, so close to you, my name on your pretty lips, parted in bliss…”
“Steven-”
No hesitation. No protest. A plea instead, a godsdamn prayer of his name on the very lips he longed to taste and claim; and for a loyal worshipper of forces beyond Steve’s imagination, for being a force of nature yourself, you sounded damn near reverent when speaking the name of the mere mortal he was and it filled him with dark delight.
Pride was a sin; but he had established long ago that for you, he’d walk the path to hell with an indulgent smile on his face. For him, the highest authority to judge him was but pliant, warm and so wonderfully alive in his arms, an echo of the want he himself felt humming in your flesh right under his palms; your permission was the only one he’d ever seek.
“May I have you, bosorka moja? I missed you all day long, missed being home…”
“Yes-“
Just as the single breathless left your lips, his impatient fingers slid under your skirts, a silent groan escaping him when his fingertips reached your heat, soft, warm, inviting, your body arching slightly into his touch.
“We missed you too, I missed y—you.” Your breath hitched so lovely as he couldn’t but nip at the sensitive skin of your throat, the pads of his fingers brushing along your welcoming heat instead of sinking in, teasing himself as much as you. “I-- longed for you, your voice, your breath, your touch-”
Gods you were made for him or perhaps he was made for you or perhaps both—a beautiful temptress, created to seduce all his senses. To see you fall apart, to hear your cries, to taste you, to feel you, to smell like you for days to come-
Retreating his hand minutely despite your startled silent keen, he grasped at your hips, spinning you around until your lower back gently bumped into the make-shift counter, hand under your skirt spreading all over the apex of your thigh to keep you still, mouth claiming yours with hunger, groin rocking against yours just to swallow the delicious sound you made at the contact.
Your hands came to life too, sinking into his locks and gripping all gentle and needy, your other roaming over his chest, down and down to his abdomen and lower to his pants, leading him to drink from your lips deeper before tearing away to press his lips just above your collarbone, both his and your chest rising and falling rapidly, meeting in the middle, your pulse thundering under his lips. Gods, when he looked up just slightly, your mouth was so gorgeously kiss-swollen already and parted with rapid breaths, pupils blown wide and fixated on nothing but him, touch so hot and purposeful and owning just as wished and did own you, as you had given yourself to him and would love to give again; even if the light circles under your eyes whispered of how much of you you had already given today and had been giving every day.
But gods were you his and he breathed in deeply to allow the miracle settle in his very soul, sending a silent prayer of gratitude for you being his and him being yours.
A ring on both his and your ring finger; a dark tattoo with each other’s name and an intricate pattern over your hearts, your daughter’s name right under. A family; the centre and the sense of his life.
And you were nothing short of breathtaking.
His wife, his love, the mother of his child; a cradle of love and life. A force of nature just as capable of protecting as his to protect. A goddess in her own right; awaiting as to hear out his scrambled thoughts since he appeared to pause a brewing storm of desire.
“Gods, bosorka moja, you could lead a man into madness-“
You tugged at his hair the slightest bit, pulling his mouth back to yours, a hushed whisper of ‘ľubim ťa’ falling from your lips to his and back, and Steven was lost to that very madness, and hoped to never be found again.
Instead, he wandered over the gorgeous landscape of your body, mapping every enticing curve and soft valley even as one of his hands already reached the destination, welcomed with everything he could ever desire. He’d make the journey the goal for it was pure bliss and he was wandering but in his very home, lands he lived to explore and worship over and over again, nothing short of reverent.
And should his will be yours as well, he’d see to nestle at home and never ever depart again, leaving behind traces that could never be erased.
Breaths coming out short, lips parted; a slight arch to your back limited by Steven’s grasp, the most loving cage where the gift of overwhelming pleasure bordered on a punishment.
Thoughts scattered and dissolved in bliss, feelings and sensations were ruling instead – and yet they served you all the same; a lover’s sense as strong as a mother’s instinct.
Love so profound you’d see it – feel it, taste it, breathe it – all the same should you be robbed of all senses at once, was poured into Steve’s every action, touching your very heart and soul as much as ever; and yet. There was a shift tonight, a softly crackling change in the air. You could tell. A lover knows.
Steven’s touch felt different tonight, as did his undivided attention. Thumbs pressing a tad firmer into your hips as he held you down, lips drinking as if with insatiable thirst, leaving your throat raw from soundless cries. Lips wandering, hands grasping, dark gaze following every trace his heated touch left behind, praises rolling off of his tongue; of soft, soft plump skin, so warm and welcoming, a gift, a grail, the only home he’d ever want, a breath-taking art to wreck and recreate all over again; Sinful words written by your husband’s lips all over your body like poetry quietly read to a lover’s ear in hidden corners of the castle only known to those who wished to hide their desires from prying eyes.
With bliss worthy of gods gifted you once, twice, Steven’s heavy-lidded eyes kept hypnotizing you through between the valley of your breasts, the pads of his fingers appreciating the flesh so carefully but with intangible visceral need. His intent gaze grew impossibly dark – the last image you saw before your eyes slipped shut with a rasp of his name, your body trembling with ecstasy for the third time that night.
Distantly aware of your magic casting lights and shadows over your little cabin, setting inanimate objects in motion, a breathless chuckle left your lips.
Your beloved pressed a firm sloppy kiss above your belly button, thumb running over your hipbone to ease you down to earthly low as he had lifted you to heavenly heights; lingering, he breathed you in, over and over for so long a flicker of concern wormed its way into your foggy mind.
“Rytier moj?”
His palm sprawled over your abdomen, replacing his mouth; he peppered kisses over your sternum, over the flesh of your breasts, his gaze meeting yours with such heat and something so familiar and yet ungraspable it sent a shiver down your spine, a tingle in the back of your mind.
Something truly was different tonight. In his touch, in his gaze, in his aura—a good man, a loyal man, fighter, protector, father, lover-
“You are the closest thing I’ve ever seen to a goddess, láska moja…” he declared quietly, his lips brushing yours with tenderness that would make the gods themselves weep, and you as well. “Your body is a miracle I shall worship over and over.”
The tingle in the back of your mind sparkled brighter, recognition dawning oh so slowly, your rapidly beating heart thundering now.
Worship. Religious reverence; in mortal flesh.
He had laid you on your marriage bed as if it had been an altar itself, an offering to gods and goddesses and a prayer to the one he had just deemed you all at once.
The holy grail. A miracle.
A goddess.
Gathering your swirling thoughts as you would have gathered raindrops during the first full moon of spring, you realized therein lied the difference of this night; the most devoted of husbands, your Steven, your knight, blurring the lines of human and celestial.
Devotion and worship.
His love had always reached beyond human understanding of just how much of affection a single heart, even the brightest of souls, may contain and pour into another, filling your chest with sensation no language of men or gods could hope to describe; and yet tonight, it went beyond the beyond.
Every single gesture, every word, whispers of prayers to a godlike entity; his lips pressed to your body as if he glimpsed and touched the divine through your body. Through you. In you.
“Blasphemy,” slipped from your lips, no more power in the admonition than in your blissed out body, the recognition of utter adoration your husband harboured for you rendering you unable to catch your breath.
“It is not, gods must forgive me,” Steven responded, stubborn as he could be, the darkness in his eyes turning warmer as his lips pressed over your heart, involuntary tears prickling in your eyes at the sincerity lacing his hoarse voice, his absent smile. “Beautiful, soft and strong… made for loving… my precious wife, the mother of my child-“
“Our child,” you corrected him, your voice cracking with emotion rather than humour, your fingers carding through his locks.
Steven’s smile only widened, eyes glimmering.
“Yes, ours. Indeed, my love. Our blessing…”
He captured your mouth again, soft and demanding, drinking from your lips as if they tasted of ambrosia the gods themselves offered to him.
A gift. A miracle made to worship. Your body.
A goddess, love and life, his wife, the mother of his-
Realization struck you like a lightning out of clear skies, your body was overtaken by a tremble, frantic heart stumbling in your ribcage.
Blurring the lines towards the divine was but a minute shift your Steven had been building up to ever since the day he had first laid his lips on yours, since he had first made love to you.
No, the true difference of tonight was laid in purpose. Purposebeyond sharing your love together, purpose beyond bliss.
A child.
Your husband’s action, while guided by profound love, were spurred by desire and new longing. He wished for another child; the divine miracle your body, when loved by his, was capable of.
The closest to a goddess. A prayer. A plea. An offering.
“Láska moja… I shall give you my everything,” he promised sweetly, a sinfully sincere tilt to his words. “If you only let me, if you’d only give me, us, more than a man can ask, more than I can give but shall forever worship you for, fight to be worthy of…”
A surge of power that had nothing to do with magic filled your veins, affection so urgent it panged sharply in your heart and your tears spilled over, your voice caught in your throat.
Gods, you wanted.
To give him, to give yourself, to give to your daughter--- to be blessed by the gods once more, a blinding image flickering behind your eyelids.
Your daughter, sat on your Steven’s shoulders, placing a crown weaved of daisies on his head, her musical laughter filling the air, causing your lips to curl up in a smile; familiar. Such a familiar image, one that had once given you strength to battle the impossible; now changing. The idyllic image of a meadow with your husband and your child growing brighter, your gaze suddenly snapping to the firm grip on your thigh; a set of small hands pressing various herbs and flowers to your skirts, an adorable chuckle and a joyous cry of ‘for mama—pretty!’ reaching your ears even as the face of the boy remained somewhat blurry beyond the warm blue of his eyes. Your Steven’s eyes-
With a gasp you snapped your eyes open, Steven’s dextrous fingers continuing their appreciation of your burning skin, tracing the lines of your tattoo with his wet lips, lighting your sated needs alive.
“You are literally glowing, bosorka moja… say yes,” he coaxed, “say yes and I will keep you sated and so full every day, every night, until my seed comes to fruition… another little one, your belly swelling with our child, a little miracle-- I shall take such good care of you, my love, of all of you, I swear as gods are my witnesses-“
A minute crack to his voice, having been dripping sweet and sinful like honey; regret and desire so pure you could not bear his words anymore, reaching out to cradle his cheeks and silence him with a kiss.
You could taste it on your tongue; something so primal and possessive as laying claim, to continue one’s bloodline, gently laced with a need of much noble nature. To protect. To take care. To provide. Read minds you could not, but a lover knows. A wife knows. The hitch in his voice could have been caused by myriad of reasons and yet you had no doubt, your heart feeling more than reason; it laid heavy on his conscience still that he had not known from the very start of you being with a child, that he could have not been treating you as you’d deserved in his mind. Not treated the way his love, the mother of his child, a goddess in her own right should have been.
He wished to be there. He wished to be the kind of man he believed you were worthy of.
You let your lips drink from his and hoped he could taste your truth on your tongue; by gods, he was worthy. If he could only understand just how much, how overwhelming loving him could be, how you’d perish before not giving him whatever he should ask; if he only knew how you would wish for another child yourself.
“Yes, Steven-- by gods, yes-“
Heart stumbling in his chest under your palm, he tore his mouth from yours, gaze roaming your face in the soft light of the dying fire in the hearth.
“Yes?” he breathed, dark eyes sparkling with delight, the curve to his kiss-swollen lips as sinful as blinding.
You could not but chuckle, fresh tears spilling over the undiluted joy and determination he observed you with.
“Yes, rytier moj. Let us make love and create it all the more.”
He stole all air from your lungs with his next kiss, hands setting to a journey with clear destination ahead, his large body nearly vibrating with acute need his touch seemed to pour straight into your veins, heat burning low in your belly as you arched against him.
“Please-“
“Oh such a sweet plea,” he chuckled darkly, a teasing touch to assure you still awaited him more than prepared, before giving you just a hint of the pleasure he was about to shatter you with. “My precious wife, my wonderful bosorka, I shall give you anything you ask, anything you need…”
Your silent keen of his name was drowned in his mouth, the soundless cry of yes as he finally moved to make love to you as gods intended drowned in a cry piercing the cabin-
-but not one of pleasure. Of discomfort and misery.
A pair of lovers frozen in time for several frantic beats of hearts.
Steven groaned, lips detaching from yours with true blasphemy.
“I am afraid your little one does not long for a sibling,” he grumbled, taking a deep breath, slowly, oh so slowly and carefully moving away, eliciting a soft gasp from you despite his great effort – and a tired chuckle as you too returned to earthly realms in which your child – yours and Steven’s – demanded your attention.
“Oh, mine, is she now?” you challenged him cheekily as you went to stand up and tend to your momentarily not-quite-joyous bundle of joy.
Steven’s warm palm sprawled over your shoulder, pressing you down gently.
“I shall get her.”
“She is likely hungry-”
“Then I shall bring her,” he said, leaving no room for arguing despite his soft tone. “You rest, my love.”
Melting against your bed, you obeyed, a content hum rumbling in Steven’s chest as he leaned to you and briefly pressed his lips to your forehead.
As soon as he moved away, you sat up still; if for nothing else then for the precious sight of your husband crossing the modest interior of the cabin to reach into the cradle, large hands reverently careful as he picked up your daughter to the protective cage of his arms, cooing silently at her to settle her cries. Your heart swelled with pride and overwhelming affection, your blessings counted one by one, over and over.
Cherishing the feeling of holding his child, Steven took too long of moments to bring her and nestle her in your arms instead. Lingering with his touch, he pressed the sweetest of kisses to the crown of your head as you whispered to your daughter and begun to nurse her, before he busied himself with maintaining the fire. And yet, the moment his chore was done, he hurried to seat himself by your side again, wrapping his arms around the most important ladies in his whole world, gaze so warm you could feel it without tearing your own away from the child attached to your breast.
And once your little one was sated, cries having long turned into content coos, a few sleepy blinks of her large blue eyes bringing her to the land of dreams again, your knight without shiny armour gathered her to his protective embrace again, carrying her back to her cradle just as slowly, laying her down with a tender kiss and a whisper of ‘ľubim ťa, maličká’.
As he returned, you took his hand and coaxed him to lie next to you, his arms spreading to hold you close and warm through the night, shifting to hide his face in your hair.
Oh your sweet knight, so dutiful in watching over his beloveds’ sleep… so wholly unaware of how your body, while worn to a bone, had been charged with a taste of something wonderful and exciting; yearning, craving, unbearable.
He released but a soft noise of surprise when your hand found its way through the warm cage of his arms, escaping the loving embrace to cup his face, gaze flickering over his handsome features.
“Bosorka moja?”
A smile forming on your lips, you leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a slow, sensual kiss, palms caressing the expanse of his shoulders – the large arms of a protector, provider, lover – body pressing to his as your hands began to wander.
“You made me a promise, rytier moj,” you whispered, sultriness creeping into your voice, causing your Steven’s breath to catch, fingers, having grasped at you so tenderly during your kiss, flexing on the flesh of your waist. “Are you not keeping it? Have you changed your mi-”
Your breathless laughter was the last sound your lips were allowed to release before Steve responded to your affection with vigour, rolling your bodies over to trap yours under his soothing weight, fingers running over the lines of your body to continue where you two had left of.
“Oh, I always keep my promises, bosorka moja.”
You brushed your fingertips over his cheek, a moment of slow gentleness before descending into the whirlwind of passion, a smile playing on your lips.
“I know, láska moja. Then let us deliver on this one.”
bosorka moja - witch mine rytier moj - knight mine láska moja - love mine maličká - little one (to a child) ľubim ťa - I love you
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57 years of magical girls!
List of series they're from:
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Row 1: Sally the Witch, Himitsu no Akko-chan, Cutie Honey, Mahou Shoujo Lalabel, Minky Momo, Creamy Mami
Row 2: Persia the Magic Fairy, Magical Emi, Pastel Yumi, Sailor Moon, Magic Knight Rayearth, Wedding Peach
Row 3: Nurse Angel Ririka SOS, Saint Tail, Cardcaptor Sakura, Mahou Tsukai Tai, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne
Pic 2
Row 1: Ojamajo Doremi, Corrector Yui, Time Stranger Kyouko, Tokyo Mew Mew, Cosmic Baton Girl Comet-san, W.i.t.c.h.
Row 2: Pretear, Princess Tutu, Mermaid Melody, Kamichama Karin, Sugar Sugar Rune, Winx Club
Row 3: Futari wa Precure, Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha, Uta Kata, Fushigiboshi no Futagohime, Happy Seven, Shugo Chara!
Pic 3
Row 1: Futari wa Precure Splash Star, Powerpuff Girls Z, Nanatsuiro Drops, Yes! Precure 5, Balala the Fairies, Kaitou Tenshi Twin Angel
Row 2: Fresh Precure!, Invaders of the Rokujouma!?, Umimonogatari, Heartcatch Precure!, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Row 3: Wish Upon the Pleiades, Suite Precure, Magical Lollipop, Symphogear, Smile Precure!, Magical Girl Ore
Pic 4
Row 1: Vividred Operation, Doki Doki! Precure, Day Break Illusion, Magical Girl Site, Fate/kaleid liner Prisma Illya, Katsute Mahou Shoujo to Aku wa Tekitai shiteita.
Row 2: 6 Hearts Princess, Kill la Kill, Samurai Flamenco, Happiness Charge Precure!, Magica Wars, Machikado Mazoku
Row 3: Yuuki Yuuna is a Hero, Lolirock, Go! Princess Precure, Miss Guillotine, Mahou Shoujo Nante Mouiidesukara, Sleepless Domain
Pic 5
Row 1: Punch Line, Apricot Cookie(s)!, Magical Girl Spec Ops Asuka, Concrete Revolutio, Miraculous Ladybug, Magical Suite Prism Nana
Row 2: Myriad Colors Phantom World, Nurse Witch Komugi-chan R, Mahou Tsukai Precure!, Flowering Heart, Mahou Shoujo? Naria☆Girls, Magical Girl Raising Project
Row 3: Matoi the Sacred Slayer, Flip Flappers, Balala the Fairies: Over the Rainbow, Pop in Q, Acro Trip, Kira Kira Precure a la Mode
Pic 6
Row 1: Märchen Mädchen, Twin Angel Break, Re:Creators, Magia Record, Cloudy Wondrous, Strawberry Seafoam
Row 2: HUGtto! Precure, Balala the Fairies: Ocean Magic, Tsukurotte Piature, Gushing Over Magical Girls, Star Twinkle Precure, Stellar Witch LIPS
Row 3: Healin’ Good Precure, Catch Teenieping, Mewkledreamy, Dame Daffodil, Sasaki and Peeps, Tropical Rouge! Precure
Pic 7
Row 1: Blue Reflection Ray, Magical Mom, Magilumiere Co. Ltd., Tea Tea Cherry, Delicious Party Precure, Balala the Fairies: Magic Star Fate Castle
Row 2: Hirogaru Sky! Precure, Magical Destroyers, Magical Girl Tsubame: I Will (Not) Save the World!, Wonderful Precure!
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Leaked Experience here! H.C. has been working on the rewritten version of her Saint Tail analysis (she was insistent that she didn't want to start on the revision until after the retranslation project was fully wrapped up, so she was only able to start around last month), but in the meantime, both of us are still huge magical girl and phantom thief fans, so recent events got us to take a look at Stellar Witch LIP☆S by Kagami Hana and Ichi Kotoko, another phantom thief/magical girl manga in the Saint Tail/Jeanne lineage but from as recent as 2019 (!!).
We don't plan on posting a detailed review at the moment, but it was definitely very enjoyable as an addition to the magical girl catalog, especially those who like the Tokyo Mew Mew style of team building. It also is a good mix of being consciously aware of its predecessors (Cat's Eye, Saint Tail, Jeanne, etc.) while having original ideas of its own. If there's any major criticism to be had, H.C. felt that 20 chapters weren't quite enough to flesh out everything it clearly wanted to and wistfully feels it could have made a great anime adaptation that could expand on it further. (We're both aware of how brutally competitive the manga serialization field is, so we don't hold it against the series.)
But the part that really made H.C. double over laughing was this:
(spoilers for both LIP☆S and Saint Tail below)
In a chapter titled "My True Self" (本当のわたし)? Using "come [be caught] quietly" (おとなしく捕かまれ) in a play on the word's vague borderline between capturing and protectiveness? With the motif of "I wanted to know more about you"? Even using the exact same art composition angles?
Saint Tail's ending is so famous among Japanese long-time shoujo manga fans that we're sure it's meant as a direct invocation of its predecessor rather than trying to rip it off or anything, but H.C. just couldn't help laughing over how incredibly unsubtle it was. "It's like we just spedrun the entirety of Saint Tail's second half in one chapter!"
(If you really want to poke further, the entire subplot between Miku, Ryusei, and Ray does have a bit of Tachikawa sensibility, but that might be closer to Mink than it is Saint Tail, so it's too much of a digression at this point.)
Anyway, good series. It's also available in English right now -- we can't comment too much on the translation since we were working with the Japanese version, but the previews look very good, so people who are into any of the relevant genres should definitely check it out~ Both of us are a little sad about how often people will say there's a drought of classic-style magical girl series while things like this will go completely under the radar (we're probably going to have an article about that on the site sometime this year), so while we understand it's a bit hard to commit to Kodansha USA releases when they're not on any manga streaming service, we do think this one's worth at least a look. 👍
#stellar witch lips#saint tail#kaitou saint tail#mysterious thief saint tail#phantom thief#magical girl#shoujo#kagami hana#ichi kotoko#hana kagami#kotoko ichi
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Have you ever heard of Stellar Witch LIP☆S and/or Mysterious Thief Milky Drop/怪盗ミルキィ☆ドロップ ?
Yes! All four of these are on my list and they look super cute. Stellar Witch LIP☆S in particular I remember being really excited for when it first came out, so much so that I ended up getting the issue of Nakayoshi it debuted in. It's a shame the English edition never got a physical release. I never finished reading the series.
Also, if these anons are being sent by the same person, it might make more logistical sense to compile a list to send rather than doing one or two at a time separately. Either way, I appreciate the recommendations. Have an awesome night!
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I read the second volume of stellar witch lip*s over the past couple days, it's still really fun. I love that we're still adding new witches, and the twist with the idol. (also as an american the plot point with the gun being So Srs is funny to me.) it's a cute and fun series and it looks like it's only five volumes long so the risk of it overstaying its welcome is very low.
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Series: Majo Kaitou LIP☆S Artist: Ichi Kotoko Publication: ‘Majo Kaitou LIP☆S’ manga volume 5 (07/2021) Source: Scanned from personal collection
#majo kaitou lips#majo kaitou LIP☆S#stellar witch lips#stellar witch LIP☆S#hoshino miku#ichi kotoko#kotoko ichi#scan: hotwaterandmilk#shoujo manga#magical girl#manga fashion
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Kodansha Comics Licenses Five New Manga for Digital Debut in June 2020
Kodansha Comics Licenses Five New Manga for Digital Debut in June 2020
Kodansha Comics listed five new manga titles on its website that will debut digitally in June 2020:
Stellar Witch LIP☆S (Majo Kaitō LIP☆S) by Hana Kagami and Kotoko Ichi [scheduled to debut on June 2, 2020]
Hop Step Sing! by Kodansha, Rei Kodama, and Yui Asube [scheduled to debut on June 9, 2020]
Men’s Life —Her Secret Life in The Boys’ Dormitory—by Ayu Watanabe [scheduled to debut on June 16,…
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#manga#kodansha comics#Stellar Witch LIP☆S#Hop Step Sing!#Men's Life —Her Secret Life in The Boys' Dormitory—#Abe-kun's Got Me Now!#When We Shout for Love
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The Ultimate Modern Magical Girl Media Starter Pack!
New to the magical girl genre but don't know where to start and/or tired of the darker stories in today's media? Want a series that's fun/not grimdark/doesn't have any questionable subject matter/have an overreliance on fanservice/have no complete surprise twists in the story/needlessly complicated and convulted stories? Here's a whole bevy of good 2000's to present day magical girl projects to start you off with!
Agents of the Realm
Angel Moxie
ArtisWitch
Ask Dr. Rin!
The entirety of the Balala the Fairies franchise
Blue Reflection
Bokura wa Mahou Shounen
Brat Hunt Chu!
Catch! Teenieping
Classicaloid
CUBISTAR
Dame Daffodil
DC Super Hero Girls
The Demon Girl Next Door
Earth Maiden Arjuna
Fairy Idol Kanon
Fairy Musketeers
Fantasy Patrol
Flip Flappers
Flower Fairy
Flying Witch
Full Moon
The entirety of the Girls x Heroine franchise
Ground Defense Force! Mao-chan
Hello Kitty: The Fantasy of the Apple Forest
I.O.N.
Jem
The entirety of the Jewelpet franchise (Except for the Sunshine season; CW: Unwitting incest)
Kaitou Saint Tail
Kakikomi Magical Girls
Kamichu!
Lan Mo De Hua
Lapis Re:LIGHTs
Lily the Witch
Little Charmers
Little Witch Academia
LoliRock
Lovely Fracture
Magical Meow Meow Taruto
Magical Trans
Mahou Shoujo Taisen
Magical Warrior Diamond Heart
Mei Company
Mewkledreamy
Mink
Miracle Girls
Mistress Fortune (Arina Tanemura)
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Mysticons
Nana Moon
Oku-sama wa Mahou Shoujo: Bewitched Agnes
Onegai My Melody
Petite Princess Yucie
Penny Crayon
Phantom Thief Jeanne
Pixie Pop
Powerpuff Girls Z
The entirety of the Pretty and Aikatsu franchises
The entirety of the Pretty Cure franchise (except for the Yes!, DokiDoki and Hugtto installments)
Pretty Sammy
Princess Comet
Princess Connect Re:Dive
Princess Tutu
Rilu Rilu Fairilu
Rolling Girls
Saint October
Sakura Hime Kaden
Sasami: Magical Girls Club
Secret Jouju
Sequinox
Shining Star
Someday's Dreamers
Spellbound! Magical Princess Lil'Pri
Stellar Witch LIPS
Strawberry Seafoam
Sugar Sugar Rune
Sweet Valerian
Sweets Fairy
Tamagotchi: Yume Kira Dream
Telepathy Shoujo Ran
Threads of Magic
Time Stranger Kyoko
Tobari and the Night of the Curious Moon
Tokyo Mew Mew
Trollz
Tweeny Witches
Twin Princesses of Wonder Planet
Ultra Maniac
Umi Monogatari
Urahara
Wedding Apple
Winx Club's first 3 seasons
Wish Upon the Pleiades
W.I.T.C.H.
Witch Hat Atelier
Witches x Warlocks
Zodiac P.I.
Zodiac Starforce
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The Subtle Things I Like About The Owl House
The title says it all. So here's the list:
They don't translate the Spanish that Luz and Camila speak. It gives off a sense of authenticity and is pretty easy to interpret even if you don't know the language. And if you do know the language, and even come from a place where Spanish is fluent, it can be as if the show is talking with you instead of to you (Looking at you, Dora. I don't care if you're trying to teach toddlers Spanish. Stop pausing every ten seconds to see if I understand ONE WORD!).
The ways that Eda and Lilith are shown as opposites. Aside from their personalities, it is clear from the get-go how different these two are just from their designs alone. Such as how Lilith has straight and nicely combed hair while Eda's is wild and untamable; Lilith's lipstick is on her upper lip while Eda's is on her lower lip; Lilith has a cool and dark color pallet where Eda has a warm and bright color pallet. It's a brilliant way of showing their disconnect as sisters, and you can go even further by showing how close they were when they were younger, given how back then they had a similar style, colors, and even clothing.
The Boiling Isles isn't an awful place because of the Emperor's Coven. Don't get me wrong, Emperor Belos is clearly a fascist ruler with a lot of rules that stomp down a person for going against the grain. But overall...it doesn't seem like the majority suffer this rule. Witches in the Boiling Isles still live their day to day lives with little to no inconvenience as long as they stick to the laws in place. Similar to how most countries are run, especially in the US. Sure, there are definite problems with our society that can be fixed with the simplest of solutions...but we also have social media and cat videos to distract us from that, so who gives a s**t. Given how most shows focus on how bleak a society is by being ruled by an evil empire, it's a nice change of pace to see The Owl House have a more subtle take on the subject.
There are all these tiny bits of foreshadowing that I wouldn't think twice on first viewing. Here are some quick examples:
The poster for Grom Night is shown in the background of "Something Ventured, Someone Framed."
Eda warned Luz to not befriend someone in sandals in "Witches Before Wizards," and when we're introduced to Adegast, he's wearing sandals.
Amity ran away from Luz in the Romance section of the library in "Lost in Language." (Sidenote, remember when we thought how that was going to be the most definite sign that Amity has feelings for Luz? How naive were we?).
Principal Bump is actually a decent principal. So many kids shows focus on how teachers are awful and just don't get it. Because 'fight the man' and all that. But Principal Bump actually cares about his students and actually want them to be their better selves. Such as how he transferred Willow to the Plant track and was more than willing to let Luz study at Hexide. He has slip-ups here and there, like in "The First Day," but that doesn't make him a monster because of it. He's a man who makes mistakes and is more than willing to own up to it when proven wrong.
Edric and Emira are twins, but not clones. So many works of fiction focus on making characters who are twins exact copies of each other. Even Fred and George Weasley, who are characters that I consider ten times better than Ed and Em, fall into this trap. There's a reason why fans always refer to them together. It's continuously Fred and George, but not Fred or George. And that's because they have the exact same personality, so it would be pointless to separate them. This is why it's nice to see these little hints that Ed and Em have individuality to them. Emira shows signs of being intelligent, emotionally supportive, and a tad snarkier than her brother. Then there's Ed, who shows signs of being more playful, emotionally dependent, and a bit more on the dull side in comparison to his sisters. These are just little hints, but they're appreciated, and I hope to see more in the future.
And Finally: When characters are shocked, surprised, or scared, their pupils go from having irises to just being tiny black dots...There's nothing inherently to analyze here. I just think it's a neat little detail.
And those are just the small bits of the show. I didn't even touch upon the great story, stellar animation, exquisite character development, and some of the most incredible representation of both race and sexuality. Those are elements that other people already point out loads of times. On occasion, it's nice to just sit back and appreciate the little bits that make something honestly spellbounding.
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spoilers..? i mean, it couldn’t really end any other way
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So what's Olivia Green's deal in your story? Who is she? What's her backstory? How does she meet Duncan and Jacob? How does she affect the trio's dynamic? What's her relationship with Duncan and Jacob like? What's her 'fate'? What role does she play in the final vault? Does she get a happy ending?
Oh gosh, this is a fun question!
Okay, so first off, when I play Jacob Cromwell, I purposefully leave a lot of stuff about Olivia’s fate vague, largely because I strongly suspect her fate will be one of the last big twists the game HPHM will reveal if they haven’t just completely forgot about what they’ve set up with her like they have with Pitts, Torvus, Duncan, and just about everything else, anyway..., considering how oddly tight-lipped they’ve been about her. But for me personally, here’s what I personally imagine for Olivia --
My face claim for Olivia is Mila Kunis, specifically as Jackie Burkhart in That 70′s Show.
Just as my Jacob is based off of my late maternal uncle, my Olivia is based off my late maternal aunt, Vicki. My aunt Vicki was an amiable, introspective, artistic free spirit who loved writing poetry and playing the guitar and was always sort of “ahead of her time,” getting into fads and musical artists before everyone else did -- a perfect example of a beatnik.
In Jacob’s words, Olivia was “the most unassuming, yet soothing presence you could find anywhere in the world,” as well as “a talented writer – a stellar guitarist…a free spirit with a laugh like a fairy’s and an appetite like a Puffskein’s…who never felt the need to show off her intelligence, even if she’d likely read even more books than me and she was wiser than witches five times her age. Never the most popular girl at school in a social sense – but admired by just about everyone for her sensibility, her patience…her unapologetic individuality.”
Olivia was the "heart” of the Cursebreaking trio, in contrast to Jacob’s “brain” and Duncan’s “body.” Her motive for chasing the Vaults was solely to help people, while Jacob’s initially was more out of needing to solve the mystery and Duncan’s was because of his ambition to be a Cursebreaker.
Olivia was Muggle-born, the eldest of three kids and the only witch in her family. She therefore often served as mediator whenever Jacob and Duncan got into disagreements.
She was a Ravenclaw like Jacob, but she was much more on the “Luna Lovegood” side of Ravenclaw house than her book-smart, people-dumb spaceman housemate. Although Olivia got good grades, her interest was always much more on understanding the subjects deeply and thinking outside-the-box than getting straight O’s. Her best classes were Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, and Charms, while her worst were more “by-the-book” subjects like History of Magic and Potions.
Like both Jacob and Duncan, Olivia didn’t talk about her friends or the Cursed Vaults to her family much at all, largely because she knew how uncomfortable her younger siblings and parents were about her magic and enrollment at Hogwarts. She did, however, know all about both of her friends’ home lives, just like they knew about hers.
Olivia is aro-ace! She honestly was always both really amused and really confused by how weird her two male friends acted around each other or anyone they ever had crushes on.
She owned a toad named Garfunkel, after the famous musical duo Simon and Garfunkel.
Her dream was to work at the Wizarding Wireless Network as a host and/or producer.
Her fashion sense was very “hippie” -- bell-bottoms, jellies, embroidered jean jackets, open vests, fringe, hoop earrings, and tie-dye shirts. Her favorite colors were pink and (appropriately enough) olive green.
Olivia was turned to stone via the Petrification Curse in Jacob, Duncan’s and her fifth year and is currently trapped in the Sunken Vault as a statue. As I had Jacob explain in my Good!Rakepick AU ficlet, when Jacob, Duncan, and Olivia tried to open the Vaults out of order, the Sunken Vault’s curse activated in full to protect itself and, as the three tried to escape, Olivia got hit with the curse and was Petrified. As she turned to stone, her last words to Jacob and Duncan were to run and save themselves. Olivia’s fate is what fueled Jacob and Duncan to pursue the Vaults with even more gusto, which ended up making them walk right into R’s hands.
I do see Olivia being restored with the breaking of the final Vault’s curse and being reunited with Jacob, ghost!Duncan, and her family. It would take a long time for her to recover from all of the years she’d lost while Petrified, but she would complete her sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts and then slowly build a life for herself, working as a host for the Wizarding Wireless Network like she dreamed (though she had to go into hiding during the second War). I see Duncan being able to finally rest in peace after the Vaults are dealt with, but Olivia and Jacob would remain very close friends for the rest of their lives.
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Saint Tail & Stellar Witch LIP☆S volume 1! Both are magical girl phantom thief manga serialised in Nakayoshi, though 25 years apart.
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Requests CLOSED
so little different, the slot list is gonna be half the size this time. i am still dealing with a lotta stuff offline but i do have a bit more free time currently compared to the year thus far.
slot list:
Darkness from the Konosuba
Chocolate from sugar sugar rune
Eugen from Granblue Fantasy
linus from dungeon meshi
Miku Hoshino from Stellar Witch LIP☆S
rules & guidelines tl;dr ver:
-i have the right to decline requests -i will not do series with heavy/graphic gore, insects or other related creatures, horror nor NSFW. -no lewd-ish series this time around. -no web comics, aka nothing from tappytoon, webtoon, ect - please request off anon. requests are not answered publicly nor privately. any accepted requests will be listed on the slot list below edit: -i am just noting that i forgot to put ‘no fate/fgo series characters’ this is because i am currently working on a HUGE project on the side since march that concerns almost all the main fate titles and a complete re-do of all the FGO anthology character icon packs. so if the character is already on the masterlist their icons should eventually have a new pack on here between now and early 2021.
This project will take a good few months. please be patient for them, specially the FGO related characters. i got a lot to grab and theres a lot of anthology volumes/titles.
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I got my christmas gift card manga at last, full price manga wow
I got josee the tiger and the fish, the secret of friendship; volume 1 of eniale and dewiela, cross play love otaku x punk; vol 2 of stellar witch lip*s; vol 3 of untouchable midori-kun, yakuza lover.
I very nearly got vol 3 of kimi ni todoke too but I decided against it since I already spent $15 over the actual gift card (which is still reasonable and fine).
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