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𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 , satosugu

☆ ; gojo satoru × female¡geto suguru (7,3k)

☆ ; where satoru, the heir of the gojo clan, is forced to marry the thirteen-year-old utahime. luckily, the girl and her lady-in-waiting, suguru, already have a plan.

☆ ; CW mature content , historical inaccuracy , child marriage (but not between gojo and geto) , vaginal sex , fingering , oral , consensual cheating (?) , clan leader gojo , strangers to lovers

☆ ; TW mention of child marriage but there's no underage sex here (both satoru and suguru are twenty-eight)

☆ ; ao3 | wattpad (eng) | wattpad (ita)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | +18 enjoy ! 🎀

«No way! I have no intention of doing it. Have you all gone mad?» «Now calm down, you have no other choice. And why take it out on your servants? It's not like they can do anything about it.»

Nanami watches him impassively from the other side of the room while he paces nervously back and forth.

«Don't you understand, Nanami? Someone has to do something. That is a child. What am I supposed to do with a child?»

«Possibly generate a male heir within the first year of marriage.»

«You're a heartless monster, you know that?»

Satoru Gojo is the only son of the current head of the Gojo family, making him the sole contender for the position of clan leader. He is twenty-eight years old and has everything a man in this world could desire: fame, wealth, good looks, and a strong warrior's body.

Satoru is no slacker; he earned his stripes fighting on the front lines among the emperor's troops. When he walks down the street, people lower their heads out of respect.

But what is happening to him now must be a bad joke.

«No one here is saying that the situation you're in isn't crap, Gojo. I'm just saying that honestly, I don't understand what you want me to do about it. I'm a soldier, Satoru, not a magician. And even if you become the next leader of the Gojo clan, you must obey your current master, like a slave.»

«What kind of sick mind could come up with such nonsense and think it's a brilliant idea?»

«It's more common than you think. The same thing happened to the Zen'in's son, if I'm not mistaken. Then by law–»

«I don't give a shit about the law. By law, children can be given in marriage, and sent to fight a war. What bullshit.» the white-haired man bursts out.

During the last clan council, his family informed Satoru that a wedding between him and the Iori clan leader's daughter would soon be arranged. Satoru had been dazed for a moment. His fears were confirmed when they told him that the Iori daughter was thirteen years old.

Nanami sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as he often does when he's exhausted – which is basically every time he is in the same room as Gojo Satoru. «I don't know how to help you, Satoru. You'll have to grit your teeth and do as you're told.»

«Thanks, Nanami. Very helpful.» «Don't be such an ass.» the samurai, his long-time war companion and friend, reprimands him.

This was a nightmare from which Satoru could not wake up. The very idea of marrying a thirteen-year-old girl made his skin crawl and his mouth sour. What kind of sick pervert thought that a couple formed by an adult man and a girl just entering puberty would make a successful marriage?

Marriage? Seriously? And then what? Would they ask him to generate an heir as well? God, not a chance.

It wasn't a secret that his old father was nearing the end, but after sending Satoru to fight on the front lines in the army, he still wasn't tired of torturing him and had come up with this bad joke?

It had to be a joke.

«I'll convince the council to annul this marriage. Hell no, I won't marry a damn child.»

Nanami looked at him with concern. One of Gojo Satoru's many flaws? He was seriously convinced he was omnipotent.

***

As expected, Satoru couldn't get the marriage annulled, and a month later, the Iori daughter arrived at the Gojo estate in preparation for the ceremony to be held in a few days.

Her name was Utahime, a sullen girl with brown hair and eyes who seemed even more opposed to this marriage than Satoru.

Just by looking at her, it was clear how young she still was: petite, with a flat chest and straight hips, exactly as a thirteen-year-old's body should be.

In the eyes of the law, however, she was a woman of marriageable age. At this point, Satoru wondered if he was the crazy one, because who could look at that child and say, "Yes, it's time for her to get married"?

Apparently, Utahime's father.

"Maniac." Satoru thought.

The girl was accompanied by some ladies who would stay with her until the marriage. One of them would stay for at least a year to help her mistress in case of – Satoru felt like throwing up just thinking about it – pregnancy.

The Gojo clan leader had been quite annoyed when he received the request to host one of the Iori ladies long-term even after the marriage of their children, complaining that they already had many female servants at the Gojo estate.

Fortunately, Satoru's mother convinced him to accept. She had been in Utahime's place twenty-nine years ago and remembered well what it was like for a young girl to be sent far from her father's house, thrown into the arms of a much older man, terrified and unhappy.

Having a familiar face nearby might make the process easier.

Utahime's ladies-in-waiting were all beautiful women around twenty years old. Satoru wanted to bang his head against a wall. He would have gladly married one of them, an adult and mature woman with an adult's body, but instead, his nightmare was coming true more and more with each passing second.

Satoru fought until the last moment to get the marriage annulled: he threatened to burn down the estate, to take his own life, or to take the girl's life before even marrying her. But nothing worked, and realistically, Satoru didn't have the courage to carry out any extreme act that would endanger someone's life unnecessarily.

Nanami told him to resign himself, as everyone else close to him did. That's how their world works. The son of the Kamo family is about his age and had to marry a girl much younger than Utahime. Satoru would not win this battle, so he might as well surrender to his fate.

He accepts the idea of marriage. He can always hope for a sudden war so he would have to go to the front before facing the first wedding night. Unfortunately, the peaceful times they lived in dashed his daydreams.

He can delay producing an heir; no one is forcing him to do it immediately, and he has all the time in the world – waiting until the girl becomes an adult doesn't seem like a big problem, but he would still have to consummate at least the first night.

It's mandatory. They will check, and failure to consummate could invalidate the marriage, which would be a much bigger problem because he would be disinherited, and Utahime might be executed. Satoru couldn't escape that. They would stand outside his bedroom door to listen, and the next day they would ask for blood-stained sheets, and one of the older women would personally verify that the girl was no longer a virgin.

If he crouched on the ground and started crying in desperation, would anyone blame him? Maybe not.

The days passed, and the wedding approached. On the morning of the ceremony, Satoru really did cry – but just a little! – He put on the outfit the servants had brought to his room, facing the longest and most exhausting day of his life – and he had fought in a war before this.

Everyone was there. The Kamo son looked at him with concern, sitting next to his child bride. The Iori family sat in the front row next to the Gojo patriarch and his wife, staring at them with admonishing looks, especially Satoru's father, who seemed to be warning him not to mess up.

That bastard Ryoumen Sukuna had the luck to marry a twenty-two-year-old, one of the younger Zen'in daughters named Megumi with long black hair and forest green eyes. Satoru wished he were in his place.

Utahime cried a little when the moment came. Satoru's heart tightened because all of this must have been more terrifying for her than for him. He couldn't even imagine what she was feeling. She was so young, small, and defenseless. At her age, Satoru was playing in the dirt and pestering the maids in the kitchen all day, while she was forced to marry.

The world is truly a horrible place.

There was a grand banquet with music and dancing to celebrate. Satoru sat with his head down next to his wife, who was also silent as a grave. People approached them, congratulated them, Kamo gave him yet another sympathetic look, and his very young bride did the same to Utahime.

Sukuna came to flaunt his beautiful adult wife, while Nanami brought him rivers of alcohol, hoping to induce a coma that would last until Utahime turned at least twenty. Satoru really couldn't bear the sight of the girl dressed that way, and the servants seemed to have bathed her in lavender oil, and its pungent scent gave him a headache.

One of Utahime's ladies, the one who would stay after the party to assist her, approached her to say something that sounded like "everything is ready for tonight," and Satoru felt like crying again, so he hid his expression behind yet another glass of saké. Fucking alcohol tolerance of his.

The lady glanced furtively at him. Satoru returned the look. She was a beautiful woman, about twenty-four years old, with long black hair and bangs framing her tanned face, highlighted by amethyst eyes typical of the southern regions.

Satoru imagined she was born into a peasant family, then sent to the city to become a lady-in-waiting at a noble house like the Iori's.

It was common for girls like her, blessed with beauty, to be taken from farm life and trained as noble ladies. They spent their lives following their mistress, and once she married, they could leave to find a husband. This girl was still young and beautiful, and when her duty was done, she would surely find a good soldier or even an officer to settle down with.

Satoru already envied the lucky man who would marry her. He should be the one with a beautiful woman with black hair in his bed tonight, with whom to consummate his wedding night, not this girl victim of a rotten system.

The party continued well past sunset. Guests drank, ate, and danced without reserve. At one point, Utahime declared she wanted to retire to her room and left with the purple-eyed lady.

Satoru seized the opportunity to breathe a little, meeting his army comrades, Nanami included, and distracted himself by chatting with them about this and that. At least they had the decency not to mention what he would be forced to do tonight.

His father glared at him the whole time from his patriarch's seat, disappointed at how he had let his wife go on their first wedding night. Satoru was so irritated. What did the old man expect him to do? Be eager to sleep with a teenage-girl? No, thank you.

They went on for hours until the fateful moment became unavoidable. Satoru walked around the garden three times, strolled through the estate's corridors at a snail's pace, and, when he reached the bedroom door, wondered if it was worth running away as far as possible.

He thought of slitting his throat right there in the corridor; killing himself was undoubtedly much easier than doing what he was supposed to.

He entered his own room silently like a thief, hoping to find Utahime asleep and use the excuse of his incredible magnanimity in not wanting to wake his wife.

It was all dark, and there was not a sound except for Satoru's heart pounding in his chest. The man took a few steps forward, saw nothing but the outlines of the furniture, and it seemed there was no movement.

Victorious, he turned back and tried to leave, planning to sleep in one of the guest rooms, but before he could realize it, he found himself with his back pressed against the mattress and the girl straddling him.

His blood froze in his veins.

«Hey kid, wait, I don’t–» «Shh.» he is silenced with a finger to his lips. The girl leans down to leave a trail of light kisses across his cheek and jaw, trailing down to the tender, pale flesh of his neck.

Satoru is petrified with horror and fear. What to do? Let things take their course? He thought that Utahime was on his side and wanted to delay this moment as long as possible.

Her long hair seems black in the dim light, caressing Satoru's face as she descends further and further down his throat and chest, the man's senses are invaded by a rich sensual scent of vanilla and shea butter, which seems to send all his nerve endings in ecstasy.

He stops.

This seems anything but the wedding night of a blushing young virgin. A full and firm breast rests on Satoru's chest, soft and thick thighs are tightened around his hips in a sweet vice, when he moves his hands and places them on her waist, he feels her generous curves under his palms.

It takes him a few seconds to realize that she’s not his wife. He’s shocked, he’s about to say something, but as soon as he separates his lips, the woman pounces on him for an expert kiss, her tongue dominates in his mouth leaving him breathless, Satoru squeezes her hips to find something to hold on to, but he is too powerless to reciprocate.

Her deft fingers untie the knots of his dress revealing his toned and chiseled chest. She traces the dip of his muscles with the tip of her index finger as her ass rests against the growing bulge beneath his clothes.

The woman is wearing a white silk slip, they explained to him that it is a tribute to purity or something like that. It really doesn't matter to him. His eyes are adjusting to the dark and he can see how the thin fabric slides over her shoulders, barely covering her boobs; her nipples stand out under the white silk and Satoru would really like to suck them and give them all the attention they seem to deserve.

Obviously the dress was custom made for Utahime, so it's nowhere near the right size for this woman. It marks her slim waist, her fabric is stretched across her chest and hips, it moves dangerously up her thighs until it reveals the imprint of her warm cunt pressing against Satoru's lower belly.

She opens his formal dress, letting it fall off his shoulders and reveal his perfect body and his big, already half-hard, cock resting against the woman's ass.

She grinds against him, her wet pussy’s lips surrounding the tip of his cock, coating him with her sweet venom. She lets out the sweetest sound as her clit is stimulated by the friction against his skin, sending shivers down Satoru's spine, his dick throbbing in anticipation.

She pushes down her hips and the tip gently forces her entrance. She's wet, tight, she resists a little but slowly his cock is completely enveloped by her soft walls.

Satoru has never felt so good. He has never been fucked like this. The woman rides him, imposing her rhythm, squeezing tightly and moaning as she rotates her hips, biting her lips to suppress as much as possible the sounds she would like to make.

Satoru arches his back as her walls clench tightly around his length. Hell, what was that? Something like this had never happened to him; it certainly wasn't the first time he had fucked, and yet.

She increases her speed, her tits move in front of Satoru's eyes who watches them mesmerized. He's been lying on his back the whole time and feels like a real dick, so still.

The woman quickly gets tired of this position, but judging by her wet sounds and moans, she must like it a lot. Satoru takes advantage of this to reverse their roles, he comes out of her just long enough to slam her back onto the mattress and then re-enter that paradise all the way back.

He is indulged without problems, she grabs his shoulders digging her nails into them, a wimp escapes her lips when Satoru imposes his rhythm, much more pressing than before, he bends over his chest to take those precious buds between his lips and tease the nipples between his teeth. God, her tits are really big and beautiful, he already loves them.

The woman's walls clench tightly when she comes, she trembles around him and clings to his neck as if without his support she risks slipping. Satoru kisses her face, which however he cannot see with the little light available, her neck and chest.

He pulls out of her still painfully hard, and masturbates quickly pouring himself onto her stomach. With her labored breathing he collapses next to her, sweat dripping onto his skin as he tries to calm down, she also inhales deeply and her sweet scent envelops Satoru like a caress.

He is exhausted from the long day just passed, so much that he falls asleep without even realizing it.

***

When he wakes up the next morning, Utahime is next to him.

Her white nightgown falls flat over her chest, straight over her hips, and loose around her thin thighs. There's blood on the sheets, but Satoru knows it's not his wife's. The woman he was with last night wasn't Utahime.

The door opens, revealing a crowd of servants and relatives huddled in the corridor. Utahime suddenly wakes up, frightened, and Satoru sees red, moving in front of her to cover her body.

They demand the sheets, and he shivers, yanking them off the bed and handing them over without much ceremony. He barks at the onlookers to leave, saying his wife is shy.

They heard them last night, they have the sheets, now only one last, terrifying proof remains. It will be Satoru's mother who verifies the girl's deflowering, and he doesn't know if that's a good thing or not.

They set up a shoji screen, Satoru stands there, Utahime has her back to him, and his mother leans down to check. A crowd of curious onlookers waits at the door, thank god they can't see. Utahime complies with the requests; it seems like a medical examination, even though it's nothing but a torture.

Satoru feels nauseous; his life is in his mother's hands. She checks, realization dawns on her face: they didn’t do it, it's all a sham.

She looks at him, her blue eyes locked on Satoru's, with an unreadable expression. Satoru breaks out in a cold sweat. She straightens up, «Everything's good.» she says, and leaves. Everyone is relieved, coming to congratulate him, while Utahime hides, wrapping herself in a clean blanket, trying to become as small and unnoticed as possible.

Breakfast is served, the usual maids come in with trays full of fruits and pastries. He sends everyone away, wanting to eat in peace, for god’s sake.

The last to enter is Utahime's lady-in-waiting. When she passes by, Satoru immediately notices the sweet scent of vanilla and her long black hair, turning his head so quickly his neck cracks. She has a bandaged wrist.

Gods, of course! How could he have been so stupid? She’s the one who was with him yesterday evening; Utahime switched places with her maid to avoid consummating her first wedding night. It makes sense.

Satoru looks at her and immediately recognizes her; even under the loose clothing, the deep and sensual curve of her hips is well defined by the fabric. She caresses Utahime's face with concern; the bandage on the wrist is slightly stained with red, she must have cut herself to simulate the blood on the sheets. Genius.

Satoru is about to say something, but Utahime stops him with a dirty look. She knows he knows. But there are still too many people in the room. Everyone is sent away; they are alone, eating in silence, and Satoru thinks about that lady.

«What's her name?» he asks Utahime, and she glares at him.

«Don't even think about it.» she spits venomously.

«Oh, come on, I at least have the right to know, don't I? I'm part of the team too.»

«There is no team.»

«Hey kid, I'm on your side. I'm happy about this. Just tell me her name.»

Utahime sighs. Is she really married to this idiot? She wants to curse her father. «Suguru, her name is Geto Suguru. But she's totally out of your league.»

«How old is she?»

«Twenty-eight.»

The same age as him? Satoru would have sworn she was a bit younger. Oh, well, he’s pleased. They already have something in common.

«She's beautiful.»

«I know. Stay away from her.»

«Hey, you ladies dragged me into this mess.»

«Because we knew you wouldn’t say anything, but Suguru is mine, so don't get any weird ideas.»

Possessive. Satoru understands; he'd be the same if he had Suguru for himself.

Suguru, what a beautiful name. Satoru thinks about it all day.

After breakfast, he gets up and takes care of his duties as the heir of the Gojo clan. His father asks to see him and congratulates him on consummating the marriage; his mother is in the room, always giving him that strange look, but as long as she says nothing, Satoru is fine with it.

There are still some wedding guests preparing to leave. Sukuna pities him for his unhappy union, and Satoru considers punching him in the face; his wife, Megumi, scolds him and apologizes to Satoru. Damn, she's too beautiful and kind for a monster like Sukuna.

Nanami gives him a supportive pat on the shoulder, Satoru is about to tell him what really happened, but there are still too many people around.

He stops a maid, asking about Suguru, Utahime's lady-in-waiting, pretending his wife was looking for her. The maid tells him Suguru wasn’t feeling well and was sleeping in her quarters, exhausted from all the work they had to do.

At lunch, Satoru visits the kitchen, hoping to see her, but she’s not there. He wants to check their room to see if she’s with Utahime, but his father calls him to have lunch with him.

He sees her again only at dinner. She sits behind Utahime, peeling fruit with her long black hair framing her face, making her look like a sea goddess.

Satoru can look at her openly because it looks like he's glancing his wife. It's perfect. Suguru is so caring, so ethereal, Satoru can't decide which part of her he prefers, but perhaps it's her overall beauty that makes her special.

It's easy to have pretty eyes, lips, or hair, but beauty is more than just the sum of its parts. It’s elegance, grace.

Utahime is tired and wants to retire to sleep. Satoru became sad because Suguru accompanies her, and as she leaves the room, she doesn’t even glance at him. And all the moans and kisses from last night? No way they were fake. She enjoyed it, Satoru is sure of it.

Dinner drags on. It's all deathly boring. Satoru retreats into his head as he often does; it was the only way he managed to keep his cold blood during war, carving out moments of pure fantasy within the only safe space: his mind. He thinks of Suguru peeling fruit, but this time she's doing it for him, in his bed. She feeds him small slices of apple one by one, and when she smiles, he kisses her with the sour juice mixing with their saliva.

Sweet.

Almost all their relatives left today, only they and the servants remain at the estate. He retreats to his office, writes a letter to be sent tomorrow morning, and signs the required documents, the usual routine.

When he’s done, he heads to his room. He can slip into his bed, and no one will disturb him, Utahime is silent, she won’t give him any trouble and is probably already sleeping. For now, he still has to sleep in his room; they expect him to. In a few days, maybe, he will move to the guest room when his "duties" are over.

Until then, he will sleep in his bed as usual, as close to the edge as possible so as not to disturb the girl.

When he opens the door, however, she greets him with a hug and a kiss. Suguru smells lovely tonight too, her lips are warm, and her arms wrap around Satoru's neck, pulling him close.

Satoru smiles at her, tonight the oil lamp is lit, and the faint reddish light illuminates the woman's amber skin as if the sun itself had gifted her. «You made me wait.» she says.

It’s the first time he really hears her voice. She’s talking to him, not addressing Utahime with that formal, submissive tone. Satoru feels like a happy husband, returning to the room embraced by his wife after finishing his duties.

Fuck, he deserves it. It's been a tough few days.

«I didn’t expect to find you here, I would have headed back much earlier if I had known. You didn’t even look at me at dinner tonight.»

«And how could I, Gojo-sama? I am not allowed to look up at my mistress's husband. Where I come from, one risks death for such things.» She is sweet; Satoru puts his hands around her waist and holds her close to feel her warmth. Her scent is intoxicating, her loose hair framing her face like a gift from the night itself for this wonderful creature.

He looks into her sharp, violet eyes, so clever and bright – it seems hard to believe they belong to such an angel.

«Yet you're here, are you willing to risk your life for this?» «Only if you make it worth it, Gojo-sama.»

«Satoru.» «Mh?» «You can call me Satoru.» «Sa-to-ru.» for the first time, his name takes on a completely different consistency on her tongue. The man kisses her, pushing her back to the edge of the bed, covers her with his body and keeps his hand on the back of her neck to keep her from moving away.

She kisses him back, she's fucking good at it. Her hands do not lie helpless on his chest, but caress his back forming new and wonderful patterns. Tonight her nails will scratch that back hard, Satoru will have to make amends for last night, in which it was mainly Suguru who did the work.

He undresses her without stopping kissing her, under her dress there is nothing so his hands immediately find the soft and smooth skin to caress and pinch. His kisses trail down her chest, he massages her breasts with his hands, showers them with attention, sucks on her nipples until they are erect and glistening with saliva. She whimpers a little as she squirms under his touch, but Satoru keeps her still and good with more gentle, playful touches.

He kisses her stomach, the trail of hair that leads him to the main meal. He kisses her inner thighs, rubs his cheek against them, looks at her with his impossible blue eyes while hers are pleading and swollen with tears. She wants him to taste it, but she's afraid to say it out loud.

Satoru fortunately is a perceptive man, passionately devouring the lips of her flower. She's so wet and tempting, that taste of her makes him moan against her skin, he has to reach up to his crotch to squeeze his already rock-hard cock.

Suguru bites the back of her hand to keep from screaming as she buries her head into the pillow. Satoru devours her as if he made a religion out of it, his strong arms keep her legs spread and pinned to the mattress, so that even if she wanted to, she couldn't escape his slow torture. The spiral of her pleasure tightens more and more in her womb until it blurs her vision, her walls tighten around nothingness as her body is pervaded by the spasms of her first orgasm of tonight.

She trembles in Satoru’s arms, he stands up to kiss her face while she sobs, he lets her taste herself on his tongue, dries her tears with his fingertips.

Satoru's hands aren’t delicate, they are rough and covered in calluses, but they touch her as if she were made of paper that he doesn't want to tear. He’s kind and touches her so gently. Suguru has never had such a tender lover.

He lets her calm down, his hard cock pressing against the woman's tender flesh but Satoru ignores it. He only care about kissing her, rubbing his nose in the crook of her neck to let himself be overwhelmed by her vanilla-scented skink, gently fingering her with devotion, enjoying the wet and obscene sounds of her cunt.

Suguru comes at him with thrusts. She grabs the wrist of while his hand has two fingers buried inside her, squeezes them as if she wants to break them; Satoru wets his lips as he remembers the sensation of being inside her.

Suguru decides that his fingers aren't enough. She needs something thicker and warmer to fill her up, so she grabs his cock and lines it up with her hole. «Can you– can you– please.» she pleads. She pleads because doing it with Satoru feels so good and she doesn't mind sounding needy.

Satoru holds her and fulfills her request, without batting an eye. He fucks her the way she wants, slow and deep, then fast enough that the smacks of their skin are so loud that they drown out her moans. Her mouth is open, a string of saliva sliding down her chin, her eyes crossed.

Satoru has his hands on her waist, he stares intently at the point where his cock enters her, red like a blooming azalea, he has to think about something else in order to not come immediately and paint her insides white.

He does inventory of the Gojo’s warehouse in his head and goes over the names and ranks of all the members of the royal family before giving in and coming so hard that his balls hurt after. He pulls out just in time to pour himself on her wet and red pussy. If he didn't want to risk impregnating his wife's maid, he would come inside her so deep that he would touch the pearly gates of heaven with his fingertips, but unfortunately he has to resist to the instinct to stick his cock back into her cunt and make a mess of it.

Suguru lets him rest on her chest once cleaned with a wet cloth, strokes his white hair and traces imaginary drawings on his skin. Satoru soon slips into the limbo of half-sleep, but when he is about to fall asleep for real he hears Suguru get up, get dressed and leave. He wants to stop her, but he's too tired even to speak, he falls asleep a second later.

***

The happiest six months of his life pass. On paper, Satoru is married to Utahime from the Iori clan, but every night, waiting for him in his room, there’s Suguru Geto, with her soft lips and warm body.

Satoru doesn't want to exaggerate, but he might have fallen in love with this woman. Their encounters are limited to nighttime, while for the rest of the day, Suguru isn't in his sight or, if she is, she's always a step behind Utahime with her head bowed.

They don't just have sex when they meet, sometimes they just kiss, chat about this and that, or play shoji or cards – and Suguru always beats his ass.

Satoru likes the way she laughs, how she quickly ties her hair back when it bothers her, her elegant handwriting, her always neat kimono, the way she eats.

When she's with Utahime, she takes care of her hair, accompanies her on long walks, listens attentively to every word, truly listens without ever interrupting. Satoru understands why Utahime adores her so much, she always talks about Suguru with shining eyes and gives him terrible looks when he tries to approach her in daylight.

She's a precious treasure; anyone would want her by their side. Satoru even overhears a servant making compliments about her and has to summon all his self-control to not draw his sword and execute him right there in the corridor.

One day, it seems like it's going to rain, so Satoru goes to get Suguru in her room and tells her to get ready. She looks at him, frightened and confused; it's the first time he's spoken directly to her in front of other people.

She does as she's told, following Satoru to the estate's entrance, always a step behind, staring at his back with her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

«Gojo-sama, what are you doing here?» one of the servants asks when the master orders a carriage to be prepared.

«I'm going to the city for errands.» he replies brusquely. The servant tilts his head, casting a long look at Suguru, who does everything to hide behind Satoru's imposing figure.

«Are you taking Lady Iori's maid with you? Perhaps you’d prefer to take your wife, no?» The servant's tone is provocative. Satoru doesn't like being questioned; he already has to deal with his father every day – in reality, the only time he's truly listened to is when he's barking orders in the army.

«That's not possible. I'm going to the city to buy a gift for my wife; it must be a surprise. This maid knows her more intimately than I do, she will advise me wisely.»

The servant seems suspicious, but Satoru is firm with his words, and the servant is no one to contradict the master. They get into the carriage and travel in silence, sitting apart.

Suguru is happy to finally leave the estate, hiding her smile behind her hand as she looks out the window.

Utahime still hasn't gotten used to the new house and rarely goes out. She doesn't have much to do, as a lady-in-waiting, she isn't allowed to work outdoors or in the kitchens. Usually, when her mistress doesn't require her presence, Suguru simply sits down. Thankfully, Satoru has given her free access to his library and occasionally sends her accounting reports to review – since Suguru is very attentive and has noticed small errors more than once – otherwise, she would seriously risk dying of boredom.

Sometimes Satoru's mother wants to have tea with her, saying she appreciates her company, but Suguru thinks she suspects something. Satoru told her that his mother knows about the unconsummated marriage, but that her suspects the relationship between her son and the maid is just a conjecture: Satoru is too careful and Suguru has a great poker face, she must have deduced it, being the only other person aware of the first night's ruse.

So, Suguru is happy to get out of that estate, meet normal people outside the servants and the Gojo family.

When they arrive there, Satoru actually runs errands, and Suguru follows him patiently. All eyes are on her, and Satoru doesn't like it. This woman is too beautiful even for a short visit to the city.

It doesn't take long before the strong smell of rain fills their nostrils and the first drops begin to dot the ground with spots. Suguru feels herself being grabbed by the waist and lets Satoru guide her through the city's streets.

«Damn, it really looks like it's going to rain, we should find a place to shelter for now, what do you think?»

Suguru blushes and lets herself be guided to a teahouse, one of those refined places where only those with money to throw away can enter, while most people can only gaze at the windows in hopes of catching a fleeting glimpse of the girls working there.

They enter the foyer just in time before the rain starts pouring down heavily. The old woman at the counter greets Satoru with a smile, as if it's not the first time he's been here.

«Maeda-sama. We weren't expecting you anymore, it's been so long!»

Satoru returns the smile and shrugs. «What can I say, Ogawa-san? I've been busy.»

They take a private room; it's rather large and furnished a bit kitschily, but the cushions look soft, and there's a window where they can watch the rain fall on the empty street.

A girl brings them tea; Satoru sends her away and pours the hot liquid into Suguru's cup himself, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her onto his lap.

He watches her drink carefully from the ceramic cup, moves her hair from her face, and gently kisses her neck. Satoru wishes there were more moments like this, but unfortunately, they can only afford stolen moments during the night when the house is silent, and prying eyes are closed.

«Aren't you going to drink anything, Satoru?» Suguru, who has finally started calling him by his name after all his urging, asks him.

Satoru shakes his head, hiding among her long, silky black hair. God, how he loves that hair, he adores how it frames her face innocently, or how it slides sensually down her back when he takes her from behind.

«They didn't bring sugar; I don't like tea unless it's sweet enough.» he explains. Suguru laughs, leaning back on her lover's shoulder. «You're such a baby.» she gently chides.

Satoru grabs her chin with his fingers and forces her to turn her head to engage her in a deep kiss. The tea might have been bitter, but the mouth of the most beautiful woman in the world to Satoru is like honey from its source.

She moans into his mouth, rubbing against his thigh seeking more contact. Suddenly, it's too hot and there are too many layers of clothes between them.

«Satoru–» Suguru moans as they lie down on the soft, decorated carpet, in each other's arms.

«Suguru...» the man whispers, looking at her with his clear blue eyes. «I wish you were my wife.»

Satoru has thought this from the moment he first noticed her, but it's the first time he's said it out loud, especially to Suguru.

It sounds sad, but she decides to joke about it to lighten the mood. «Come on, Satoru, don't you know married men don't bring their wives to teahouses?» she laughs.

«I'd take you anywhere if I could. I’ll find a way to marry you, Suguru. I promise you.» he's serious, Suguru can't handle the intensity of his gaze, so she moves down his body to his groin and carefully unties his dress.

«You will have to settle for a lover for now, Gojo-sama. And then who tells you that I would like to be your wife? I see you have a tendency to be unfaithful to your spouse.» she jokes by grabbing his cock at the base – it's thick, warm, with a big vein running the length of it. Suguru swallows dryly.

She kisses the tip, parting her lips to wet the length, with her expert tongue that already knows all of Satoru's weak points. She’s grateful that she has practically no gag reflex, otherwise she wouldn't be able to take even a quarter of it. Instead, she swallows his length almost entirely and where she can't reach, her hand takes care of completing the job. She enjoys the strong taste of him, and his muffled moans as she sucks him off.

«Says the woman who crawled into my bed on my wedding night.»

When Satoru's cock is hard and aroused enough, Suguru pulls away with a pop, a string of saliva connecting her red, swollen lips to the tip of his cock.

«Did not you like it? Yet I thought you had a good time, if my memory serves me correctly. Do you remember how I rode you that first night?» Suguru climbs up the man's tense body, her dress slips down her shoulders leaving her naked under the burning gaze of her lover. She moves to rub the tip of his cock against her hole, the emptiness in her stomach becoming unbearable in anticipation. «I thought you liked it, Gojo-sama. Maybe you were expecting a pure virgin dressed in white, I'm afraid chastity doesn't suit me though, master.»

«If you’re chaste I am the emperor, but don't worry, my love. I will drink your debauchery to the last drop, as long as it is reserved for my eyes alone.»

Suguru smiles at him, her hair down and wild, driving Satoru crazy. She lowers her hips until she takes it all inside her, her walls squeeze him tightly, like the first night, Satoru is in ecstasy. The sensation he feels inside her is unlike anything on earth, sometimes while he’s fucking Suguru he thinks that the angels have sent him a piece of heaven as a gift for him and him alone.

The idea that someone else could get close to her is enough to make him rush with anger. He tells himself in his head that if anyone ever wants to taste Suguru, they will have to taste his blade first.

Suguru whimpers as she rides him wildly, Satoru assists her movements by placing his hands on her hips and supporting her, but he doesn't have to guide her in any way because she already knows what she has to do.

The idea of the virgin and pure wife never aligned with Satoru. He doesn't find it arousing or anything, unlike many other men; he himself wasn't a virgin when he got married – hell, he lost his virginity in a teahouse similar to this one as soon as he had the chance – he would never have pretended a chaste woman to be his wife, the way he was made.

He was certain that Suguru wasn’t a virgin, and was actually quite experienced, but he didn't care. As long as she was his from now on, after all, Satoru hadn't shown any interest in other women since Suguru had come into his life, and he had no intention of doing so in the future.

«But look at me, I'm a married man, I shouldn't be doing this sort of thing.» Satoru jokes, leaning in for a kiss. Suguru doesn't deny him and leans forward to give it to him.

«You forget that your marriage isn't valid, and that you spent your first wedding night with me. Perhaps I'm the closest thing to a wife you've ever had, Satoru.» she smiles. The wound was already poisoned; Satoru would never be able to fill the space in his heart meant for Suguru.

«You're right, Suguru. Only you. My one and only.»

That evening, when they return to the estate, Satoru has a dress and a book on botany to give as a gift to Utahime. For the first time, she doesn't look at him disdainfully but thanks him excitedly, immediately starting to flip through the pages filled with detailed drawings and descriptions.

The servants of the estate melt at the sight; in their eyes, Satoru is a tender husband spoiling his wife.

When he turns around, Suguru has already disappeared down the corridor to change in her room. He sighs.

Utahime sits on the couch, and Satoru sits beside her, genuinely grateful to her for bringing Suguru into his life. He promises himself that he will find a way to free her from this marriage and marry Suguru, even if it's the last thing he does in his life.

For now, he will enjoy the peace a little longer.

Fin.

#female geto suguru #geto suguru #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #gojo x geto #satoru gojo #satosugu #satosugu smut #suguru geto #top gojo satoru #bottom geto suguru #satosugu historical #historical inaccuracy #gojo satoru x female geto suguru #gojo satoru x fem geto suguru #gojo x fem geto

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yugioh-rare-pair-poll · 1 year ago

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Round 1: Poll 8

Propaganda under the cut

Pairing 1: Sealshipping (Atem/Mahad)

Propaganda: it’s my favorite duel monsters pairing! | Atem remembers Mahads loyalty as dark magician even amesiac. Mahad dies to protect him out of love. They are still connected after death. The knight and prince dynamic is also good. In the manga Mahad's devotion is enough to fuel his Ka not just his magic. They are childhood friends in the anime. Mahad is present throughout the story and even cheats for Atem in the Pandora duel. Atem's love for him goes beyond his memories and he remembers Mahad as his best friend. It's as close to true love as you can get.

Pairing 2: Shrimpshipping (Rex Raptor|Dinosaur Ryuzaki /Weevil Underwood|Insector Haga )

Propaganda: Absolute crack and love side character/side character | I've been a fanartist for this ship on Tumblr for about 5 years now. It may not be recognized or appreciated by a large chunk of the fanbase (mostly because many people consider the characters involved majorly annoying), but it's become near and dear to my heart. Long story short, Shrimpshipping is hilarious, it's cute, and there's just enough canon moments that many people consider it an "obvious" ship all things considered. Haga and Ryuzaki, no matter how much they seem to annoy each other, are always together doing something dumb. It's the kind of pair that makes you wonder if they really do like being around each other, but are too stubborn to admit it. They've got similar motives, similar gimmicks, similar heights, they were practically written to play off each other. I could write essays, nay, I could write books. There's a small but dedicated group of folks out there that love these two dorks and see the potential they have as a romantic pair. Whatever they've got going on, at least it's funny.

Now, let’s keep things civil. This is a silly poll where we can share why we love our overlooked ships. There’s no need to be nasty to prove your point. Bashers will be banished to the Shadow Realm.

#ygo dm #yugioh dm #yugioh dm rare pair poll #sealshipping #Atem/Mahad #Shrimpshipping #Rex Raptor/Weevil Underwood #Dinosaur Ryuzaki/Insector Haga #Round 1

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talenlee · 2 months ago

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Decemberween 2024 — Card 'Cheat' Documentaries

How many playing cards do you think I own?

It’s an interesting question because it’s got these unstated assumptions folded in. Depending on how you read it the answer is some variant of ‘a lot’ or ‘not many’ and perhaps even ‘less than you might think.’

I’m a magic trick enthusiast, I try to do and learn magic tricks myself. I have a deck of beat up playing cards I regularly shuffle while I’m on-mic. I can do arch shuffles and double lifts and false deals. I also, own maybe five actual decks of ‘playing cards’ as a Casino might understand the term. I own a lot of cards that are for playing games, though, with an embarrassing Magic: The Gathering collection, given how my card collection of actual played cards at this point is pretty much just digital these days.

Thing is, with my kind of interest in cards and playing games, I feel like you’d expect me to be someone who owns a lot of playing cards, for prototyping and practice. One of those people who has a shelf somewhere of just cards for the material process of practice. I definitely feel like that kind of guy. I am drawn to and interested in the everyday magical effects of what people can do with cards, and that means that while I have no taste for casino games as games, I am always interested for people who can talk about ways they can break.

Like card counting!

Playlist: Beat The Odds - Card Counting Series [IN ORDER]

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Steven Bridges is a perfectly nice and reasonably ordinary model of the mid-20s Interested In Trying Things Youtubesman. Starting out as a street magician, he moved on to trying out blackjack card counting as hash-tag content in a series of Youtube and subsequently Nebula videos. These videos are a really interesting mix of a technical skill (how card counting works) and practical execution (can you maintain that count, can you keep the cool, can you do it without looking sus as a bag of snakes), and then a lot of emotional realities (since card counting is about losing the game about 49% of the time).

Steven is personable, he’s funny, he does a lot to edit these videos together to make them more interesting, and he does the storytelling part of the job really well. What’s most interesting to me is that this is very shareable kind of media in the context it’s in. Fox is not big on casino games and she’s not big on gambling (and to be clear, neither am I). But things like Steven’s regular insistence on following rules and demanding casinos obey the rules they all agreed to is really good for flaring up Fox’s sense of unfairness and injustice.

Artifice, Ruse & Subterfuge: The Expert at the Card Table

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There is a single book that may be one of the most important magic books in the real world history of magic performance, and it’s primarily a book about cheating. The Expert At The Card Table, by S. W. Erdnase, is an iconic book (and I don’t own one, if you’re considering christmas gifts) about what techniques in card manipulation existed at the time of its printing, with clear and detailed instructions and diagrams for their execution.

This book is also the centre of conspiracy theories and a shocking amount of detective work. Makes sense, after all, you print a book full of ‘here are smart things for the cleverest boys,’ you’re going to get a lot of the cleverest boys trying to outwit the book itself. This documentary isn’t just an explanation of what is in the book and who cares about it — Dai Vernon and Ricky Jay were both immense fans of the work and its technicalities — but also includes an extensive consideration of the question of its provenance. What’s fascinating about this is that because playing cards and their techniques, and human hands, have been largely the same for a hundred years, this book of techniques about how to handle and manipulate the cards is still a useful and relevant thing — even if we’ve found better methods for what it describes, many of those better methods have been built on the techniques in the Erdnase book.

That’s history, though, what about something more recent? What about a time of modern surveillance and shuffling machines and casinos taking house edges over millions of iterations of games in a year? Is there anything interesting in terms of card manipulation in the now?

The Greatest Legal Casino Heist in History

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Yeah!

One of the richest poker players in the world, and he’s rich because he’s really good at it, is a guy called Phil Ivey. Phil Ivey is a kind of problem gambler in that he gambles so much it’s a problem but also he’s got a big enough bankroll and he is himself good enough at a lot of it that he can become your problem very easily. When a client can show up and drop a million dollars on your table, you are now one million dollars committed to making sure that guy comes back.

Phil Ivey is also at the centre of a truly unhinged example of advantaged play in a game that was ostensibly, impossible to play at an advantage, while being constantly observed because, as might be obvious he’s Phil bloody Ivey. There’s a story here, and this documentary does a good job of explaining it, explaining the process, and most importantly, explaining the aftermath.

Much like with the Steven Bridges videos, though, there’s a fundamental unfairness to the whole thing. When you enter a casino and play a game there’s probably an understanding, under the hood, that you’re going to play as well as you can and they’re going to try and make that as hard as they can, but that that is a contest of equals doing their best. The story of Phil Ivey’s ‘cheating scandal’ — and how it is framed for the rest of the world — is a story about that’s actually not the case at all. The house always wins, until it doesn’t, and then the house changes the rules.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#Media

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lethologick · 2 years ago

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Okay okay so consider: Danny is a Laughing Magician himself. Disclaimer: I haven’t read every comic run to exist so I could very much be wrong about something. But straight from the wiki:

“The Laughing Magicians are magic-users from a particular bloodline, characterised by both their unique ability to utilise Synchronicity Wave Travelling and their tendency for rebuking and outsmarting Gods, Demons, Spirits and just about everything else. Laughing Magicians have existed for most of mankind's history, people who rebuked the Gods whom others worshipped. Some even managed to destroy or use Gods for their own purposes.”

Synchronicity is basically influence over luck, things fall into place at the right time- and how many times has Danny managed to get by by the skin of his teeth? Happened to improvise his way to victory? Pulling a last ditch attempt out of ones ass and it somehow being successful every time is peak Constantine. As for rebuking gods and outsmarting gods- Danny may not have literally cheated Death, but he may as well have. He died and survived it, he exists between life and death and can reap the benefits of both. That’s some Constantine soul tax fraud shit. He also: fought Pariah Dark, defeated several other very powerful ghosts, and made an ally out Clockwork (or at least, managed to gain his help several times). And maybe it explains all those powers that show up once never to be used again: those aren’t just an innate ghost power of his, they’re spells. Maybe part of the reason Danny ends up so much more powerful than other ghosts is because he already has a natural proclivity to magic that gives his powers a boost.

#dc x dp #danny phantom #dc universe #hellblazer #john constantine

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lullabyalikpoptarot · 1 month ago

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yo saw that you do lgbtq stuff, could you do a reading on Twice too? Would love to see if my favs are my allies or not. Thank you ^⁠_⁠^

Disclaimer: Just a reminder, that I am reading the energy. Do not take this reading as fact. This does not always reflect reality. This does not mean they will choose this preference in real life, but I think it is fun to look at what they are energetically aligned with. I have done this on myself and some friends/family and found it fun. If you take this seriously and are triggered, that is on you, can’t help if people can’t have fun in life, reminder it isn’t that deep. Tarot does not have to always be serious. I enjoy these readings and will continue to do what I want on my blog. Okay, that's out of the way. Let’s see what I get here.

Jihyo (The Magician/King of Swords/The Hierophant) Men! I saw that coming lol Felt she was all about men.

Nayeon (7 of Cups/5 of Wands/The Hermit) She is showing that she has a lot of offers and men competing for her attention, so I will go with men. I don’t see her showing she has a type though. But she may prefer men. But she seems to prefer to be alone to be honest. She could have asexual energy or she doesn’t want anyone right now.

Jeongyeon (The Empress rv/3 of Swords/4 of Wands) This is weird, she isn’t showing me a preference here. She seems to feel down on herself as a partner, like I am getting she doesn’t feel good enough for a partner. She faced a lot of hurt, but it seems she wants that happy ending. This is kind of sad. I feel she could have been cheating on, or did she cheat on with another woman, y'all throwing all options that are coming to me, because this is messy. I don’t know. She made this complicated lol

Momo (Knight of Swords/7 of Swords/The Empress) I can see her chasing men, but I see she can be attracted to strong powerful females. Her energy seems like mine, like she probably dates me irl, but prefers to look at a beautiful woman. If you see this spread, the middle card is the 7 of swords, the person is looking away from the knight card (male energy for this reading) but secretly facing the empress, strong female energy. I see her openly dating men, but might secretly date women.

Sana (Strength/The Tower/7 of Wands) Strength usually gives me female, divine feminine energy, so she may prefer strong females, but I don’t know if she would date them, too chaotic, too many obstacles, it would break the traditional mold, so she may just date men, it is easier.

Mina (The World/Queen of Pentacles/Ace of Wands) All these girls give me they are part of the community energetically, except Jihyo lol I see her being sexually attracted to successful independent women. The world card gives me versatility, so she can like both men and women, with a preference for women. But the ace of wands, does give me D energy, like it can be the D card, so yeah, she can be attracted to men too. So, she comes off bisexual to me. I can also say, the QOP’s could be her energy, with the world card, she just gives me, I am a bad bitch, so she feels she can get what she wants, but she can do fine on her own as well. So, to her it doesn’t matter.

Dahyun (8 of Swords/4 of Cups/The Tower) Well, she is giving me strong asexual vibes here. She doesn’t seem that invested in relationships or dating someone. She seems to find relationships difficult and chaotic.

Chaeyoung (10 of Cups/The Moon/6 of Wands) She doesn’t want to share or say, so don’t know for her.I see her wanting a happy family and there is a sense of pride she has. The 10 of cups gives me a traditional family unit, so she may prefer to have that, so she may go with men, because of that. There is a sense of her needing to feel validated, whatever that could mean for her.

Tzuyu (9 of Pentacles/9 of Swords/3 of Pentacles) She is about her independence and being single right now, she has no preference right now. She got her own things to deal with. She is focused on work and her goals.

#kpop tarot #twice tarot

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Round 2

Propaganda why Marinette Dupain-Cheng is insufferable:

"shes annoyinng anf shes a stalker"

"I love fanon miraculous but by god she has got to stop obsessively stalking her crush and generally making a ton of other terrible decisions. I’d submit Adrien too but he’s more of a deuteragonist"

"I started the show, watched one episode, and never tried again. I simply do not vibe with her."

"I get she has social anxiety but the way she goes about stalking Adrien is kind of the worst like she even has creep shots of him hanging in her room? That’s weird. I think Adrien’s going through enough without having to deal with the main character being his stalker lol. I know they’re (spoilers) at this point but in the beginning it was so sus"

"In the newest season, Marinette hides the fact that Hawkmoth was Adrien’s dad. This leads to the bastard getting a statue and honored as a hero after his death. Adrien now never gets to know the fact that his abusive and neglectful father was the one trying to kill him and is instead proud of him."

"Her crush on Adrien is like a black hole for her character. Things she’s done because of it:

1) stolen property

2) ruined dates

3) humiliated other characters

4) has a chart of Adrien’s daily schedule for the next year in her room (this is stalking)

5) broke into his room and sniffed his pillow (also a crime)

6) sniffed, took the hair from, and tried to kiss what she thought was a wax statue of Adrien

7) convinced her parents to let her go to China. Why? Not because she wants to connect with her mother’s heritage, not even because she’s a budding fashion designer and Shanghai is considered a fashion hotspot. It’s because Adrien was there."

"She easily gets away with bad, stalkerish behavior, it always feels like she can ‘do no wrong’ unless the show wants us to pity her, and the show writers want us to think she is a quirky and socially awkward girl when throughout the series we see her be friends with basically everyone in Paris with many connections to high up places."

"Listen, if Adrien's here, she needs to be too. I like her, but from the odd stalker-ish behaviour, to straight up lying to adrien and telling him that his abusive father was actually a 'very good person, a hero even and not the main villain of the series I promise', there's no way she doesn't deserve to be in the polls."

Propaganda why Quentin Coldwater is insufferable:

"Quentin is the epitome of self important, entitled young men who think it's okay for their actions to have consequences for other people because he's smarter than them. He's constantly letting his friends (especially the female characters!) take the brunt of his bad decisions (end of the first book, I'm looking at you.) Every time something he does comes back to bite home he goes all "surprised Pikachu face". And he's nowhere near as smart as he thinks he is. Ugh."

"I hated this man so much I stopped reading an otherwise engaging book. I don't even remember all the reasons I just found him so infuriating that my hate for him survived multiple years."

"Affluent white kid, wants desperately to be in Narnia as his only ambition in life, stares at the boobs of nearby women, thinks people without magic are living empty lives even though he's desperately depressed and rudderless with it, cheats on his girlfriend for literally no reason. Also, incel vibes."

"He's a very Depressed White Sadboy about everything. He's got a very asshole attitude towards women especially, and tbh I don't really feel like it gets better, not even by book 3 (the way he "rescues" Alice and forces her to be human again by trying to like. Maker her love him. Was annoying and skeevy. This reddit thread sums it up well: https://www.reddit.com/r/Fantasy/s/HlZU4Rb0UG"

#marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #quentin coldwater #the magicians #insufferable protagonist poll #insufferable protagonist tournament #tournament poll

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maskedemerald · 10 months ago

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April Fools Reverse Write Game!

I said I'd do it...

What's this? A writing game thing? YES!

Rules: Write a scene from your WIP or in your WIPs setting where the character's roles are reversed! Make it as short or as long as you like! Then tag some people! Don't forget to tell us a little about the original roles too!

So I'm doing this for my WIP Magic Act a YA Romance with horror aspects. In the WIP Magician is a human that has fallen into the fae realm while being chased by something fae that definitely wants him dead or at least captured. Night on the other hand is meant to be Magician's fae ally that he isn't sure if he can trust. Thus the slow burn commences.

But what if Magician was the Fae settled and comfortable in the Fae realm and Night was the goth human out of their depth and trying to survive.

A Reversed Meeting

Night

The door I fell against gave way unexpectedly and I stumbled from the chaotic twisting alley into the warmth of the darkened building. Behind me it closed far more softly than the heavy emergency exit door should. I breathed a relieved sigh, maybe that would mean I was safe. That they hadn't seen the door in motion.

I staggered to my feet and felt my way through the dark. Stumbling on step after step, stairs that should be even and short were wide and erratic. One step would be barely a step down and then the next had me falling forward as my balance tipped. The floor gave under the impact as if it were made of foam.

I moved sideways to avoid more of the stairs and found instead cushioned seats. Plush and comfortable. They reminded me of the armchair at my grandfather's, sitting in it was like a hug. They were tempting. In the dark no one would see and I hadn't heard even a footstep of the one chasing me. A moments rest, well more like several. As many as I could get before someone else showed up. It was risky but I couldn't not take the chance while I could get it.

The seat sunk around me, its arms comfortable. I lifted a hand to settle myself only to find my hand didn't lift. I pulled harder. The soft fabric sticking like glue. It didn't feel cold or tacky but when it gave I could feel it peel away from my skin. It wasn't just my hand. Every bit of contact was another sticking point. Worse to free one thing almost always required the force of putting some other part of me against it. A spiral of struggling against it. Meanwhile the softness called. I tried to resist but it was like it was in my head. Like a siren's call. Blinks became heavy and every close of my eyes was longer than the last.

Magician

The stage came to life with a step of a foot. Curtains twisting and twirling away as I walked out to the center. A tip of a hat and sparks flew. I scowled a little at the over enthusiasm of the stage. The stage shouldn't upstage. Magic, real magic was flashy but simple. You wanted and you had. The human kind of magic was deception at its core. Making others believe you had done something you had not. Honestly I didn't understand why more didn't take a liking to it. With a bit of practice it would thread into my deals and then maybe I would stand a chance talking circles around Champion. Even their title had me scowling, stuck up self aggrandizer.

As I practiced to the empty audience my eyes drew to a certain seat. A not so empty seat in a not so empty audience. I flicked the card around my wrist and up a sleeve. It would be cheating to have it appear somewhere impossible but there was a temptation. A temptation to combine the trickery with the expected magic.

My audience slept, the theatre having taken a liking. Maybe it intended to give me a captive audience to practice my tricks. Though my audience wasn't fae. They could have passed for it in some ways. In others not so much. The decorative dark make up had run and smudged. Their blue black hair long and bedraggled. Their clothes black with many buckles and spikes but they lacked shoes. Instead just mud caked socks.

I was curious. How had they got there? Was someone looking for them? What had they been through? Did they have a story to tell? I kept practicing, however the thoughts kept twirling. If no one was looking, then they could still be lost. They looked it. The state they were in. They would surely want to go back. They would want to go back and there was something that I wanted too.

I wove through the chairs, stepping across their backs until I was leaning over the sleeping human. The seat holding them tight. The theatre had its spot light upon me.

Night

"Is this your card?" The lilted voice echoed.

The world flickered in and out as I awkwardly blinked my eyes open, fighting off the sleepy exhaustion and wincing at the way the fabric tugged. I couldn't move. The light led my eyes to the figure leaning over me. A hand stretched out holding a playing card. That was the only normal thing. He had so many hands. Mechanical and puppet like behind him. He sparkled like he was covered in glitter. His face was split in a grin. He was one of them, one of the creatures that had chased me. I tried to pull away. There was no chance. There was no where to run even if I could get free.

"Would you like a hand?" The fae asked holding out another free hand.

"No… I would like my hands and no one else's thank you," I finished quickly fearing I might loose my hands if I didn't clarify.

The fae grinned widely, "smart, but I did not mean it that way. Do you want out of the chair?"

"What's in it for you?"

The fae sighed, "does there have to be?"

"Yes."

"Fine then, I get you out of the chair and you tell me how you got here," he said holding out a hand for me to take again.

"That's all?" I asked warily.

"Colour me curious, and while I have other things I want, they do require you to be out of the chair. Negotiations can come later."

After Thoughts

Oh no, yep this is happening. I'm going to write more of this alternate version as bonus stuff for the main story in the same way I'm writing some of the main story scenes from Night's point of view. Also I think I want to develop this theatre setting and maybe make use of it in the main story. I couldn't get Night to sound as formal as they normally are but that trait really comes from them being raise fae and having to talk round others so I can live without it.

Got another one coming probably tomorrow for my other WIP. Making this a bit of a tag game rather than just an April Fools thing so feel free to post your Reverse Write Game writing whenever you want!

Gently tagging with the completely optional tag: @squarebracket-trickster, @unclear-contributions, @moonluringfrost. @moonfeatherblue, @cat-esper, @thebearthatreads, @amaiguri, @the-down-upside-finch

No pressure, only do it if you want!

Also fully open tag so if anyone sees this and fancies giving it a go then do it, but please tag me because I want to read them! (You will get comments even if it is just me keyboard smashing in enthusiasm!)

#reverse write game #writeblr community #writing #writeblr #amwriting #magic act novel #creative writing #tag game

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itsclydebitches · 2 years ago

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It occurs to me that all the fun of an Alice in Wonderland story kind of gets sucked out when your characters can just beat up everyone there instead of being forced to engage with the nonsensical and unfair rules of the setting. Where's the fun in tricking the Queen of Hearts and playing a bizarre game of hedgehog croquet? Just knock her block off.

I might have argued that RWBY backed itself into an inevitable corner by being a combat show - you have to forsake the bizarre rules and trickery of the Ever After for choreographed fights because that's just what RWBY is and what the viewer expects - IF we hadn't been introduced to the Jabberwock first thing. Plus, you know, Neo is there. We have the perfect setup for classic battles via old enemies/fantasy beasts and new, fun, interesting conflicts that require the girls to navigate a situation with skills other than brute strength... but no. I mean, maybe we'll get something moving forward, but the Prince's game isn't very reassuring in that regard.

You know what I was thinking about throughout that part of the episode? The Magicians. Specifically the scene where Quintin plays Push. Basically, he's a magic user playing a game of War, but in this version the whole point is to cheat. The player who's better at putting the right card in their own hand, the wrong card in their opponent's, or generally just fucking with the deck is the winner; a game of skill, power, and creativity. For all the show's many other problems (oh boy did it crash and burn lol) I love that scene and it kept popping into my head as the Prince yelled about humans cheating while, of course, cheating himself. That cheating could have been interesting, especially with a supposed strategist leading the charge, but as you say, instead we just get another beat 'em up fight. (You know, how Yang also wanted to solve her arm problem.)

Which I'm admittedly ambivalent about because we dodged three potential battles in the first two episodes (vines, Jabberwock, guards) and I was absolutely going, "When is RWBY going to give us some combat?" but it's one of those details that make me wonder why we're in the Ever After in the first place. If the show wanted Ruby to grapple with her depression while engaging in straightforward battle sequences, rather than grappling with her depression via the twisty, metaphorical rules of an alternate reality... she could have just done that in Vacuo. Thus far, three episodes in out of ten, all the Ever After has provided is a weather cue for when Ruby is feeling really sad. Otherwise every important character moment is easily removed from our setting. Some opportunistic Vacuo thief could have stolen Yang's arm. Ruby could have found something that reminds her of Penny among the Atlas civilians (which probably would have made more sense). Hell, people can even ask probing, thematically relevant questions like, 'Who are you?' given that they're unwelcome refugees. I'm slightly interested in the trio remaining small for a time, but beyond that everything we've gotten - Ruby is separated from her weapon, Neo's semblance evolves, Yang and Blake are still flirting, etc. - is not a result of the setting, it just happens to be happening in that setting, which begs the question of why we're taking this Ever After detour in the first place.

#rwde #rwby #mymetas

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yermes · 2 years ago

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Im not going to lie step kiddos; I’ve been feeling really sad an inadequate as of late. But instead of being angry and upset we’re going to sit down and work it out together

Heres some bread I baked (:

Pick a picture (srry no meme today)

Pick a card

Power ��:

Four of disks, Chesed through earth,

The hard work of three has paid off now bitch its imposter syndrome time. While having stability and having the fruits of your labor something about it seems almost untrustworthy. You may have a fear of loss, or perhaps a greed for more depending on the struggle to get here. While you finally achieve stability do not over estimate it or underestimate yourself you do deserve good things.

Princess of Cups 🐢🪽:

Venus in water signs, Earth in the waters of Briah, Malkuth

You are on an island surrounded by water around you. You may be missing research, depth, or wisdom at the moment but you do have a moment of emotional freedom. Secluded and alone you can feel out your emotions however you can also sink into the emotions and give into day dreaming which is where you can feel inadequate to dreams you may be incapable of achieving atm.

Prince of swords 🦚 ⚔️:

21° Cap to 20° Aqu, Airs of Yetzirah, Tiphareth

OKAY so the air aspect of air: at best you’re pure manifestation and a plethora of creative thoughts at your worst you can be confusing and argumentative. Without any of the other elements its like hermes story of using his intelligence to cheat and lie through life. You need to get out of your head. Use your creativity but stop being mean to yourself. Utilize the other elements to manifest while also try and do something which will chase them mean voices away (I feel you girl its not easy :(

Story:

You know I’ve been all over the internet and I’m on tiktok because spending a humiliating amount of time looking at food online is my only hobby. But as of late witchtok took me back into its clutches. Now I don’t consider myself a witch: im a chaos magician but to each their own with their titles. The shocking combination of “tinned fishtok” aka rich people trying to appropriate and raise the value of my beloved canned fish. Along with the constant argument between practitioners of morals or karma or what have you. But I am about to end this whole debate. Yes; an no. Listen we live in a world where nothing is real yet everything is real at the same time. Our paradigms are shaped differently and are unique based upon our lives and experiences. Everyones moral code will be different. No you probably won’t change anyones mind by yelling at them on the internet. The other thing to look at is not every intention is going to be 100% good all the time and not every intention can be 100% bad. The words themselves good and bad are also subjective. While I think it’s admirable that some practitioners want to dedicate themselves to the “good” theres more than good out there. And what happens if your suppressed “bad” feelings come out in a negative way? So here it is; nothing is real and everything is real all at once. Thats why so many people who you would think would have similar practices have very different ones because the way magic looks and manifests to them depends on their reality which is different from their peers or yours. Anyways thats my rant I hope you come around for a rant/story/ reading another time I love that so many of you like my readings. (:

#suitlifeofgerm #askgerm #pick a card #daily card #pick a picture #mental health #sorry no memes im not feeling funny or joking today #i hope I brighten your day a bit though (:

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paradise-in-k4 · 4 months ago

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The Gap in the Evening, Entry 6: “What is a Spell Card?”

The whole time we were here, people were talking about these things called “spell cards” and their prominence in daily practice. Out of an abundance of curiosity, we decided to seek out that person we talked to before we jumped in here: Marisa Kirisame. Not only would we get an answer to that question, but we would also get her input on our incident investigation. It wouldn’t be long until we got there either. Perhaps, quite the opposite. Nothing more than a short walk.

Upon arrival, she seemed like a nice person like the one we met in the parallel universe. And then we saw the inside of her house. Words cannot express how messy it was, but would we say that to her when we’re the house guests? Absolutely not. After getting over that little detail, we introduced ourselves and asked her about spell cards. Here are the details we gleaned off of that conversation.

Spell cards were drafted after the Vampire Incident to make fights as equal as possible between parties which may differ extremely in power, first enacted during the Scarlet Mist Incident.

Spell cards are unique special attacks that increase the user’s offense and defense, sometimes granting invincibility and/or intangibility depending on the specific details. However, they can only use that attack until the spell card expires.

“The most beautiful one wins” specifically refers to the absence of dirty tricks. Basically no cheating.

You must name it before you can even use it, and it must have meaning behind such a name to generate power/magic. Likewise, you must declare how many spell cards you will use over the course of the duel.

Abilities noted on a spell card suggest special attacks when used up close in fisticuffs, or generate a pattern of magic bullets from long range that the other party needs to dodge.

Sometimes, such an attack can destroy their opponent’s bullets en masse, earning them the nickname of “bombs” by their users.

Rules enforced vary by individual cards, which stipulate specifics during each attack such as time limits, equipment used, and win/loss conditions/restrictions mainly seen in the dodging role.

Capture or break a spell card by breaking the user’s defensive stance, making them flinch momentarily or collapse unconscious immediately.

Time out a spell card by dodging the attacks that come with it until the card’s time limit expires. In cards where the user is invincible or intangible, dodging is your only real option.

While it’s tradition to rule out the reuse of a spell card until the duel ends, some people may declare it again as a bomb in between standard shots and punches.

The loser must concede if they use all their cards and are unable to redeclare one for any reason, even if they have physical stamina remaining. However, this doesn’t rule out the possibility of a premature knockout before then, similar to accounting for unconsciousness in a boxing match.

These are not fights to the death, and the winner is not permitted to kill the loser under these rules for any reason, especially if they’re a human.

//How you would go about spell card duels in RP is usually up to you, but it’s standard for duelists to declare their attacks first. Consider this an unofficial draft of some helpful IC and OOC guidelines for such a duel, or if you want to use a spell card as a bomb against an incoming attack.

In the wake of that lecture, Marisa talked a bit about the Parallel Satellite Incident and how she had noticed that some things were a bit… off around her. She said that she’d help us in any way she could, but there were some things that she simply couldn’t do without help from others. But that wouldn’t stop her from “shooting a massive laser into the surface of the gap” if anything got in her way.

-Renko Usami

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Muse Notes: Marisa Kirisame

//Help me I went too far writing this one, but isn’t that Marisa’s whole deal to begin with?

Title: Ordinary Human Magician

Universe of Origin: L1

Size (headcanon): Fairly short, 4’9”

Species: Human

Pronouns: She/Her

Age (headcanon): Young adult, exact age unknown

Personality: Marisa is outwardly outgoing and informal, noted by Akyuu to have a condescending personality with an interesting sophisticated side that lets her socialize with just about anyone she meets. Her curiosity makes her quick to act, sometimes putting her in dangerous situations to satisfy her interests. Her speaking style is rather informal and tomboyish, often using “Ze” at the end of her sentences, regardless of whether it’s to express her will to act or if it’s just to say it even if it sounds phony. Marisa’s often been known to be a habitual liar and compulsive collector of valuable/magic items, the latter often considered as kleptomania. Secretly, she’s rather hardworking and goes to great lengths to better herself and become known as a great magician, often taking pride in her capabilities as Gensokyo’s 2nd best in youkai extermination and incident resolution.

Occupations: Magician, Owner of the Kirisame Magic Shop, Youkai Specialist, Burglar Author

Kirisame Magic Shop: A shop for anything as an attachment to her own house. Although her main occupation, she’s usually absent and the inside is disorganized. Her services are otherwise honest and she won’t take payment for jobs she fails, which attracts some customers like the Three Fairies of Light despite not getting many clients due to its inconvenient location in the Forest of Magic and ambiguity of her services (“will do anything”).

Youkai Specialist: Marisa specializes in jobs to deal with youkai, often taking away Reimu’s work. She also manages preventative measures and aftercare services for youkai attacks in a manner differing from how Reimu does it.

Burglary: Marisa often brazenly (and loudly) breaks in through the front to steal items in plain sight of any spectators. While she usually steals books and not money, nothing is ruled out if it has a magical or monetary value. She claims that the stuff she steals is being borrowed and that the previous owners can retrieve them after she dies. After being lectured by Eiki about physically losing her tongue for her compulsive lying, she’s called herself a thief at least twice.

Author: Marisa has written a book called “The Grimoire of Marisa” which details spell cards of various people she’s met between the Scarlet Mist Incident and Underground Geyser Incident. She still intends to publish and sell it despite the time that passed since she finalized her first volume. It’s unknown if this volume was the inspiration for Sumireko’s “Grimoire of Usami” to any extent, as said tome has similar contents within it.

Home Region: Forest of Magic

Ability: Capable of using magic

Magic as a Human: Without any innate powers or abilities, Marisa has trained herself in light and heat magic with noticeable star motifs. This is her calling as an eastern magician with a western approach to magic, the exact opposite of Patchouli Knowledge. This magic has extremely high power and few weaknesses, although very few non-destructive uses. Most of her spells are mainly for flashy youkai extermination and danmaku shows named after stars and astronomical phenomena. All of this comes from rigorous self-imposed training and preparations that she tries to hide from others. The source of this magic mainly comes from magic experiments with mushrooms in the surrounding Forest of Magic, turning them into things such as components, chemicals, medicines, and potions through trial and error. Whether it succeeds and she finds the right pattern which creates magical materials or fails completely, she records the details everything she does with those experiments.

Flight: She uses her magic broom to fly around Gensokyo, sometimes using it in some of her close-quarter attacks like Witch Leyline and Stardust Reverie. Other early experiences with flight include her use of things such as a magic vine, illusionary wings, and- in one specific instance outside of Gensokyo- angel wings. (*//See Shuusou Gyoku for more details on that last detail because that’s a first for me)

Speed: Marisa’s speed is one of her pride points, making her the fastest amongst Gensokyo’s humans. Aya still bests her overall. She once used a Double Spark against Watatsuki no Yorihime, moving quickly away from the first laser so she could shoot a second laser before the first one even reached its intended target.

Imitation: Several of Marisa’s attacks and spell cards were supposedly copied or stolen from others, including Patchouli’s Love Sign “Non-directional Laser”- which was confirmed to be copied- and even her signature Love Sign “Master Spark” was supposedly copied from Yuuka or Gengetsu. Other potential suspects include “Orreries Sun” from Mima’s own orreries and “Cold Inferno” from Remilia’s familiars during the Endless Night Incident, but none of them are confirmed to be copied. It’s unknown if she’s talented at imitating others’ moves, if she does so through sheer effort, or if she’s just building her skills through observation. Notably unable to imitate Kaguya’s spell cards because of the uniqueness of the tools used which Marisa can’t reference due to not owning anything like them.

Skills:

Strength: Magicians are typically physically weak. Marisa is an exception, as she is still a human. She could physically climb up Youkai Mountain and down Genbu Ravine instead of flying like everyone else. She was also seen successfully managing to lift Urumi’s stone baby, which Urumi makes notoriously heavy with her ability to attempt to encumber or drown people.

Academics & Dedication: Marisa’s magic abilities come from her will to better herself, her tireless experiments on mushrooms, self-imposed training, and significant magic research on her path to being a successful magician.

Possessions:

Magic Broom: A bamboo broom that completes Marisa’s magician appearance and allows her to fly. It seems to be sprouting leaves from exposure to magic despite the bamboo being dead. Doubles as a means for shooting danmaku and to swing at stuff as a melee weapon.

Mini-Hakkero: An eight-trigram miniature magic furnace originally made of common metals that were then replaced by hihi'irokane metal, given to her by Rinnosuke after she excommunicated from her family and moved away. Capable of generating heat and magical energy of various levels. Output levels range from being a small stove burner to that of a flamethrower, as well as an extremely powerful magicannon. It can also generate cool breezes from one of its corners. The later hihi'irokane model even gleans negative ions from the air. This tiny magical item is the main source of power that generates Marisa’s Master Spark.

Explosive Magic Items: Countless magic items made from mushroom magic that Marisa created during her continuous research, which she then stuffs under her hat or within pockets of her skirt. They’re usually throwable and explode shortly after being thrown.

Sword of Kusanagi: One of three legendary Imperial Regalia of Japan. Essentially a sacred treasure made of the same metal as the mini-hakkero, it was a weapon used by the god Susanoo to slay the eight-headed/tailed serpent Orochi, which also had the capability to control the wind. Possession of these items was seen as proof of the Emperor’s divinity and his right to the Japanese throne. Marisa found it in a junk pile one day and traded it with Rinnosuke for him to repair her mini-hakkero, thinking the sword was just scrap metal. Not one of her brightest moments, but Rinnosuke thinks the rain that followed after the trade was a divine sign that the heavens approved of his possession of the sword.

Lunar Capital Occult Ball: The cause of the Urban Legend Incident, created by Sagume Kishin with the intent of moving the Lunar Capital to Gensokyo by creating the urban legend that NASA is hiding the truth of what they found on the moon. Being near it could cause false rumors like urban legends to materialize, and it could change the world by using people’s words alone. Sagume gave it to Marisa some time after she, Reimu, Sanae, and Reisen defeated Junko without taking the Ultramarine Orb Elixir, explaining the specifics of how this power stone worked to her.

Magician’s Hat: A pointy black and white witch’s hat, accented by a (usually) white ribbon or bow sitting above the brim, although said ribbon can be seen in different colors depending on the day. After all, “magician” is sometimes just another way to say “witch” without actually saying it. She has a second identical hat, except it’s dark blue. Usually complimented by one hair braid with a bow on the end of it.

Black Vest/Skirt: She thinks that’s what magicians should wear… and also so you can’t tell when the clothes are dirty. The vests she wears sometimes have differing patterns of buttons. She has an identical wardrobe of vests and skirts in dark blue.

Apron: Usually white. She has one brown one with an “M” on it which she wore while investigating the Palanquin Ship.

White Undershirt: A shirt worn underneath her vest. Most of them are white, but not all of them.

Lots of Shoes: It’s almost as if she’s worn a completely different pair every time a new incident’s come up. Did she buy them, make them, find them, or “find” them? Who knows!

Magic Wands: She had a few during her apprenticeship under Mima, which she keeps somewhere in her house. Most likely her bedroom. When investigating the Palanquin Ship, she brought another wand. She could use them if she wanted to, and she has the skills needed to cast magic with them, but she usually doesn’t.

Purple Magician’s Robes/Hat: A wardrobe combo she wore while studying under Mima when she was much younger. She doesn’t like to openly talk about it. Was it because she was a redhead the first time she fought Reimu?

Muse-Specific Headcanons:

Marisa left home to pursue magic during her teens.

She sees Reimu as her best friend and a friendly rival in youkai extermination, although their relationship has since grown due to how many incidents they resolved together.

Her relationship with Sagume is seen as friendly after the Lunar Incident was resolved, although they barely talk due to pure distance.

Patchouli is friendly enough with Marisa to help her resolve select incidents despite being the main target of her thefts. Other times, Patchouli will sometimes actively try to get her out of the house.

Marisa’s romantic stance is complicated at times, which is often hard for her to explain until she remembers how many hearts she’s stolen.

Marisa’s presence in the first 5 games (PC-98 era) are remembered by Marisa as part of a perceived magician’s apprenticeship under Mima sometime after leaving home. Whether this happened at all is unclear, as she sees it as either a hazy memory and possibly just a dream that Doremy keeps bugging her with.

At least one person by the name of Lux Crownguard has read one of Marisa’s published reports on magic, and Marisa is aware of her “Final Spark” attack.

Blog-Specific Lore Notes:

Marisa was asked by Renko and Maribel about the nature of spell cards, which she explained to them before they discussed the Parallel Satellite Incident. She shows interest in the investigation due to how the parallel Gensokyo is floating in an outer space-like gap.

After an accident during a Lunar New Year festival of 2024 that started a series of events known as the Resolvers Incident, she along with Reimu, Patchouli, Koakuma, Youmu, Shinmyoumaru, and Alice got involved with the Frost Miko Incidents and Beasts’ Menagerie Incident after being gapped across time into multiple different realms beyond Gensokyo. This RP blog takes place after the Frost Miko Incidents were resolved, but she along with the others are willing to answer questions about it. No, the Beasts’ Menagerie Incident hasn’t been resolved yet. Yes, she still wants to “borrow” some of their things. Yes, the Master Sparks she used were deserved, at least that’s what Alice said.

Marisa is planning on creating a second volume of her “Grimoire of Marisa” which focuses on more spell cards and special abilities from anywhere and everywhere. For the latter classification, she’ll offer to turn it into a danmaku regulation-legal spell card for free by giving it a name and time limit, just like she did with Reimu’s “Fantasy Nature” spell card. Whether this will be on this blog or another one is TBD, but you can submit your own requests through the ask box on this blog for the time being.

Marisa is currently leading in the investigation of the West Mountain with Reimu

Marisa helped Koakuma make a healing potion to heal another Koakuma and taught her some of her own magic

Marisa is helping Daiyousei with maintaining Hakurei’s Basement Sick Ward to help a bunch of sick fairies and others

Marisa is helping Reimu resolve the Eternal Dark Incident

Spell Cards:

*intended specifically for close combat

**used both in close combat and long range danmaku battles

***has secondary use besides combat

Magic Sign “Stardust Reverie”**

Magic Sign “Milky Way”

Magic Sign “Stardust”

Magic Sign “Illusion Star”

Magic Sign “Ultimate Shortwave”

Magic Sign “Magical R360”*

Magic Sign “Blaze Away”*

Magic Space “Asteroid Belt”

Magic Spell “I’ll Take That!”*** (MI - penalty)

Black Magic “Event Horizon”

Magic Waste “Deep Ecological Bomb”*

Magic Bullet “Test Slave”

Magic Cross “Grand Cross”

Magic Absorber

Unsealed Magic “Open Universe”

Love Sign “Master Spark”**

Love Sign “Non-Directional Laser”**

Love Sign “Master Spark-like Flashlight”

Love Sign “Master Spark Frozen”

Love Storm “Starlight Typhoon”

Loving Heart “Double Spark”

Perverse Love “Easily-Fruitful Master Spark”*

Bewitched Weapon “Dark Spark”

Comet “Blazing Star”**

Astrological Sign “Orrery’s Sun”*

Celestial Apparatus “Orrery’s Solar System”**

Celestial Apparatus “Orrery’s Universe”*

Star Sign “Dragon Meteor”*

Star Sign “Escape Velocity”*

Star Sign “Meteonic Shower”*

Star Sign “Polaris Unique”*

Star Sign “Gravity Beat”*

Star Sign “Eccentric Asteroid”*

Star Sign “Oort Cloud”

Star Sign “Satellite Illusion”*

Star Sign “Millisecond Pulsar”*

Star Sign “Occultation” (Occult)*

Star Sign “Asteroid Belt Nightmare”*

Shooting Star “Super Perseid”*** (secondary in MI - reward)

Sign I “Stardust Reverie”*

Sign II “Asteroid Belt”*

Sign III “Master Spark”*

Light Sign “Earthlight Ray”

Light Sign “Luminous Strike”*

Light Sign “Mysterious Beam”

Light Blast “Shoot the Moon”

Light Blast “Shoot the Little Moon”

Light Flow “Shooting Echo”*

Closure Sign “Big Crunch”

“Blazing Star-like Tag”

“Earthlight Ray”

*Cursed Portraits of Past Principals* (Occult)*

*Nighttime School Horror Story Pilgrimage* (Occult)*

Forest Sign “Violent Tricholoma”

Fire Sign “Violent Cornu-Damae”

Last Words & Impossible Spell Cards:

Magicannon “Final Spark” (Last Word)**

Magicannon “Final Master Spark” (Last Word)

“Blazing Star” (Last Word)

“Fairy Destruction Ray” (Last Word)

“Sungrazer” (Last Word)*

Love Sign “Wide Master” (Impossible Spell Card)

Love Sign “Machine Gun Spark” (Impossible Spell Card)

*Lovely! Ms. Hanako of the Toilet!* (Occult Last Word)*

Shared Spell Cards:

“Remote Sacrifice” (Alice Margatroid’s shared Spell Card Bomb)

“Five Seasons” (Patchouli Knowledge’s shared Spell Card Bomb)

“Optical Camouflage” (Nitori Kawashiro’s shared Spell Card Bomb)

Star Love Sign “Sprinkle Star & Heart” (Koishi Komeiji)*

Fist Star Sign “Nyuudou Murakumo Slave Spark” (Ichirin Kumoi)*

Star Spirit Sign “Sprinkle Star Seal” (Reimu Hakurei)*

Shin Trichromatic Lotus Butterfly (Reimu)

Needle Star Sign “Needle Spark to Seal the Lunar Nobles” (Reimu)*

“Sneak-Photographer’s Exorcism Master Spark” (Reimu)

“Shoot the Danmaku Barrier!” (Yukari Yakumo)

“Coward’s Master Spark” (Okina Matara)

Celestial Sublimation “Magallanica Orrery’s Solar Impact” (Koakuma)

#parallel satellite incident notes #muse: marisa #rp muse #marisa kirisame #universe l1 #touhou rp #renko usami #spell card

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hippiemisfit · 1 year ago

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Hush (J.K.) 5

Chapter Five- Memory Lane

pairing: jungkook x oc reader

word count: 1,530

warnings: menitons of near death experiences, slight smut reference, angst

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The memory had been paused. I tried to touch the Hoodie beside me but my hand just went right through him. "You won't be able to touch or feel anything, this is just your memory. Nothing you say or do at this moment will change anything. Think of it as breaking the fourth wall of some sorts."

I shook my head in disbelief," This can't be my memory. This day didn't happen like this; I don't remember it happening like this. But one thing I know for sure is that you definitely weren't there. We just met the other day, it makes no sense how you're here in my "memory" right now."

"People only see me when I allow them to or when they're dead and I come to collect. And how can you say that you for sure know that I wasn't there when you can clearly see me here?"

I looked at him like he was crazy," What do you mean, 'when they're dead?'" I started to piece some of the things that have happened together, my eyes widening in realization and I scrambled to get away from him," You're Death, aren't you?"

He tilted his head to the side," Is that what you think?"

"No, that's what I know. It explains everything, how you were able to get into my house when I know I locked the door, how you popped up when I got your 'present' at the door, how you were able to take over Officer Flannigan at the police station, and how you were able to do all this!"

He started to clap slowly," It took you long enough. I didn't think that you would get it so quickly. Good job."

I looked down at my younger self. "I got hit and almost died that day, not Poco," I shook my head in disbelief. "But how am I alive now? What happened?"

"Watch and see."

Everything started to move again. The other Hoodie touched my face and pulled my mouth open, something an ethereal white came out. "What's that?"

"Your soul."

My soul started to enter Hoodie's mouth when he abruptly spit it back out and it went back inside me. He tilted his head in confusion. He studied me for a little bit when he placed his hand on my chest and whispered something I couldn't make out. Whatever he whispered caused me to shoot up.

"What happened?" I turned and asked him.

"Your soul is the purest soul I have ever seen. So white, so clean. My body rejected it and here we are. I knew that it wasn't your time and you were destined to be something much greater, so I gave you your life back. I changed your memory so that you would think it was him for your sake. Now you're mine until I figure out what's so special about you or until I get bored."

I held my hands up,"Ok I'm grateful and all for you seeing something in me and bringing me back, but I'm not yours. I mean does that mean everyone you've brought back you own? Do you know how many stories there are of people saying that they've cheated death. What makes me any different?"

He cracked his neck," What part of you have the purest soul didn't you hear me say?" he tilted his head," Those other people are not you Mahj, and every once in a while I decide to be nice. They don't Cheat me I Let them live, there's a difference. And you are mine until I say otherwise."

"Ok, but why did I originally think that it was Poco who got hurt and everyone else thought the same," I stopped and thought about something," how come nobody saw you that whole time?"

"Duh, I wiped everybody's memory and changed it and to answer you second question, A magician never reveals his secrets." He snapped his fingers and the scenery changed from day to night.

I looked and saw that there was still a police car in front of their house. I turned to look at Hoodie," Well as fun as this field trip wasn't I'm going to go to bed," I said rubbing my hand against my forehead. I walked back inside my house and was about to close the door when Hoodie put his hand in the door.

"Hold on, don't think that just because I saved your soul once, that I'll do it again. The chance I get to having it, I'm not letting it go." I looked at his shadowed face and nodded, yawning.

"Understood," I pushed his hand out of the way and closed the door. Poco was lying on the couch asleep. So I headed upstairs and plopped face front on my bed. I grabbed the closet blanket and closed my eyes.

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I shot up, feeling drenched with sweat. I had a nightmare that I had died and Hoodie, or Death since that's who he really is, was torturing me in hell.

I mean, I don't think I've done anything too bad that could get me sent to hell. Well, other than killing all the little bug invaders. Oh, and putting Carter's older brother's body on his doorstep, instead of calling the police the second I found it. Or maybe it's just from being in Hoodie's presence enough that can just damn you straight on down.

I slightly shivered and looked at the time, seeing that it was only four in the morning. I can't go back to sleep this sweaty. I got up and went into the bathroom and started to run some bath water in the Jacuzzi styled tub. It's large enough for two people and this is my favorite part of the whole house, except for the kitchen.

I got to design it, my own private bathroom. I didn't even care that it wasn't inside my room but across from it. I put one of my Twilight bath bombs in the tub when it filled up and no not the Twilight saga ones, if they even make those. I turned on some soothing music. I stripped and waited for it to fizz away. When it was done, I sunk down into the lavender scented water and closed my eyes.

I started to hum to the music. "Got room for one more?" My eyes snapped open and I turned to see Hoodie leaning against the door.

"What the hell! Get out! How did you get in here?!" I yelled at him. He didn't seem fazed. If anything he seemed to find it amusing, and I could tell all that without even seeing his face.

"One, don't yell at me and two well maybe next time you should lock your door. You need to get better at that. Not my fault you're so neglectful, now onto a more serious subject. Can I join you or not? Spoiler- I'm just going to do it anyway whether you say yes or no, so you might as well say yes."

"W-w-what? N-no you may not? How are you going to do that when you have a hoodie covering your face. You're not going to get in with clothes on are yo- wait you're not getting in at all," I took a closer look at him and saw a dark stain on his hood," Is that blood? Did you leave, go kill someone, and then came back here to bathe?

You know what don't even answer that. But you are going to get out so go right ahead and turn around. Head straight downstairs, towards the front door, and be a dear and lock it on your way out." I closed my eyes and sunk down deeper into the water, thinking he was leaving.

Until I heard a zipper come undone and my eyes reopened. I turned to look back at him,"Unless you want a preview of what's to come. I suggest you close those eyes. Don't want to take your eye virginity so soon. But on a serious note, keep your eyes closed. You don't deserve to see my face." I snapped my eyes closed and heard him continue to take his clothes off.

I felt him get in and I sunk even deeper into the water. "Drown if you want to. I'm not complaining."

I ignored him and continued to listen to the music. I started to picture what his face looked like, I only know that his eyes are green. I started to hum to it until I felt something brush up against my leg. I felt for it and it was a foot. I screamed and opened my eyes and looked down at his foot. I pushed it away and closed my eyes again, I felt his foot brush up against me again. "Get your foot away from me now."

He did it again,"You know it's fun making you mad."

"It's fun making you mad too," I said opening my eyes and looked at him. I was surprised to see a shadow in front me and those beautiful green eyes, that were now widened, were staring back at me.

His eyes started to darken,"Didn't I tell you not to open your eyes?" he growled out.

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Lucifer the Light Bearer walking me through the hell that was to come....

from a piece of writing done in November 2008 i was still in high school, interesting to read as a ceremonial magician who is now 10 years into her practice to see this in hindsight because I had LITTLE/NO CONSCIOUS knowledge/gnosis of any evocation or invocation methods unless it was dissociative. or called forth into writings from a part of myself which I think It would have to be, back in high school. I had just had my first REAL heartbreak, for context. which ripped my soul apart allowing my parts from childhood to peep through. my only knowledge of spirituality came from mediumship and spiritism with my grandmother in childhood, which involved intense seances, channelling, underground any other ritualistic factors from were split from my conscious awareness but to know thiss from age 16 means I had to have the knowledge somewhere.

Lucifer in the Mirror 14/11/2008

So your back to play round four are you? I just saw you lurking at me from across the room, igniting layers upon layers as you let it it surround the air breezing around us. I inhale, carefully at first of course, always the way i was taught to encourage things, proceed through this world with caution, observe from the outside before jumping in. You know more about this than i do, well part of you does.

The part that you’ve hidden and i’ve taken.

The part of you that loved me. The evil and delicious part of you that is being deprived from me right now. You made me fall in love with you, and then you left me. I fucking hate you for that, its downright obvious what you did to me.

You call me cruel for cheating on you, well your 100 x worse for leaving me, let karma roll out its dirty and sly path in front of us now.

Lets allow time to direct us too whatever lies ahead, expect the unexpected. I’m fucked and i’m dying.

How does it feel? Because its tearing me apart. I FUCKING HATE YOU FOR THIS, HOW DOES IT FUCKING FEEL I HOPE THIS FUCKING KILLS YOU,

YOU'RE A FUCKING MONSTER AND THE EARTH WILL SWALLOW YOU WHOLE FOR THIS DREADFUL REALM YOU LEFT ME IN.

ALONE, COLD, SHIVERING IN THE DARK.

You speak in tongues within my head, the oh so obvious black and white, devil and god dichotomy that rages inside your manic depressive heart.

Your moods will one day coexist with mine again, i believe and then you will completely understand again.

But your out their, surging with manic desires as i watch you evolve.

You told me i was fucking ugly, you hurt me terribly. You knew it would kill me, you knew that this would kill me, but you carried on with your selfish fucking shit. You wanted to get rid of me in the classiest and most eloquent way possible, a way you could blame me directly for the breakup- oh she cheated on me, she deserved me leaving her. But that just gave you an excuse didn’t it? Another fucking excuse to run and hide from the raging truth i had exposed to you. The water will never wash this away, one day maybe but not today, or tomorrow, or even two thousand centuries on ward will the water wash it away, but regardless still maybe one day. I hate you, i hate you for the cruelty you rolled amongst my life. Your A FUCKING MANIAC, YOU PSYCHOPATH.

Remember this when you fall asleep each night, with alcohol flooding your veins and the taste of other girls painted across your lips.

Remember that you spoke these undying curses to me, and once you sip from this cup you must repay me for the bullshit you induced. Remember a glass can only spill what it contains,

and for many people all they see you is as a half diluted, uncherished, disheartened, half empty glass.

"How do you do, how do you do? My name is you."

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"i don’t want you to be alone to be alone down there. " - modest mouse.

Are you still having fun?

I hope you die alone, i hope i find somebody who will love me like you never could.

I hope somebody will fill the gap because you failed so miserably, just like all the rest. Only this time worse, far far worse.

"How do you, how do you do? My name is you. Flies they gather around me, and you too."

Well you can deny and hide from the vicious circumstance of truth but its time for me to let go, to move forward with my life and let go of the past.

I rise. Even in the ashes I'm burning alive within now. I will rise. You can’t drag me back to your lair, only to push me away once again.

Love has killed someone who loved death, and now I can't even fathom dying.

Love is the most powerful lifeforce that creates new life. Sex and death.

I love you dearly, but i don’t love the new you,

But I am the new you, you embody the old me.

i simply love who you used to be.

I will love who I can become through learning who you taught me to be.

Goodbye you liar, when you can own up and face me again we will resume our quest, whatever that means, but until then i say goodbye .

You wanted to take the path that was the easy way to bow out, the cowards way, that time your sadistic stepmother won your heart over me.

I guess your love for me was pale compared to the love I burst with for you, because IN NO UNIVERSE OR TIMELINE WOULD I EVER DO THIS TO YOU, OR ANYONE.

Lucifer once more fills my spirit with the companionship nobody else can and when

I look in the mirror I see his luminous stare strangling my reflection, urging me to take back my power, LUCIFER IS MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND.

HE IS MEANT TO BE YOURS TOO, But you have betrayed us both.

take the blade over what pain you caused me, this heart shattered already is now fragmented into embers of oblivion. He keeps me sane, when the pain eats away at what sickness once rotted my brain.

I hear your logic, your words of mercurial wisdom, your Gemini triplicity.

It comes off as borderline sociopathic but in the most endearing way. More compelling than being an impulsive, messy, melodramatic, hyperactive mess like I.

I will task your inner voice that is not warm, but cold and dark. Lucifer offers more warmth than your memories do.

I will task the memory of your wit and merge it into my brain so you will always be inside me, a perfect way to sanctify my heartbreak and ritualistically kill the love you stole. Forever I will benefit from the best of you, You cannot take from me until you learn how much pain this has caused me.

You have gone too far.

You will be BOUND to pain and made felt equal proportions, I summon LUCIFER to seal your fate, stab your heart thrice, until your quest is complete.

The grand equaliser, the scales of justice and the law of balance.

I stare back and my eyes green, glisten, Lucifer, slides inside my soul forever, for you will never realise the errors of your ways. Lucifer says I must call forward higher legions of demons to bind you, and I am here to learn my lessons. But the deep knowing is clear that you will be made to feel many things that are born from pain. This is due to your shunning my pain, how dare you turn your back on what this was for the want of complacent fear!!

How could you think that could be anything but a recipe for the worst nemesis to rise from the false sense of security, and empty words, was it even real for you or was it all part of your pick up manual ?

No retrospective thoughts, feelings and comments other than my pain were on par to this line of thought. This is my thorn, and because Lucifer is the morning star, Hepesteus, the illumination of the morning light of Venus, in mythology, I possibly embodied to protect and preserve myself. I have a retrospective notion due to recent spiritual evocation that Lucifer had approached me along with the dark goddess Hekate, as I believe there is an inherent link between the two, THAT IS ALL I CAN SAY. I went through what can only be described as the unofficial qlippoth initiation after this period of time, and survived. I also have a truly rebellious, fallen spirit. I was at rock bottom here, so perhaps, chosen for the courage and bravery I was demonstrating in a time I was being shunned and shamed by all aspects externally.

Some references from occult sources that are meditations on the theme of the origin of LUCIFER:

The dwelling of the gods and the riding of the clouds are both known to us from the Ras Shamra texts at Ugarit in N. Syria, and so too is Dawn a deity, of whom this figure is described as a son.

The most high is Elyon, the title so often used of God…. All these elements may be paralleled in the Old Testament, suggesting how richly Canaanite religion and mythology have influenced Old Testament thought.

(Interpreters One Volume Commentary of the Bible, 1971)

Eliphas Lévi explains the symbolism of Lucifer:

What is more absurd and more impious than to attribute the name of Lucifer to the devil, that is, to personified evil.

The intellectual Lucifer is the spirit of intelligence and love; it is the Paraclete, it is the Holy Spirit, while the physical Lucifer is the great agent of universal magnetism.

To personify evil and exalt it into an intelligence which is the rival of God, into a being which can understand but love no more – this is a monstrous fiction.

To believe that God permits this evil intelligence to deceive and destroy his feeble creatures is to make God more wicked than the devil. By depriving the devil of the possibility of love and repentance, God forces him to do evil.

Moreover a spirit of error and falsehood can only be a folly which thinks, nor does it deserve indeed the name of spirit. The devil is God’s antithesis, and if we define God as He who is we must define His opposite as he who is not.

(Eliphas Lévi, The Mysteries of Magic)

"Lucifer, or Luciferus, is the name of the angelic Entity presiding over the light of truth as over the light of day… to the profane [the uninitiated] the Astral Light [universal Soul, the Matrix of the Universe] may be God and Devil at once…. Lucifer is divine and terrestrial light, the “Holy Ghost” and “Satan” at one and the same time….

The Fall was the result of man’s knowledge, for his “eyes were opened.” Indeed, he was taught Wisdom and the hidden knowledge by the “Fallen Angel”…. And now it stands proven that Satan, or the Red Fiery Dragon, the “Lord of Phosphorus,” and Lucifer, or “Light-Bearer,” is in us: it is our Mind – our tempter and Redeemer, our intelligent liberator and Saviour from pure animalism.

Without this principle – the emanation of the very essence of the pure divine principle Mahat (Intelligence), which radiates directly from the Divine mind – we would be surely no better than animals.

(Helena Petrovna Blavatsky, The Secret Doctrine, 1888)

" The Roman Church concocted the Lucifer-as-Satan myth after they took over emergent Christianity in the early 300s, as evidenced by references to both Tertullian and Jerome.

If Lucifer is so important, why is nothing else ever said? Light Bearer, Morning Star; nothing negative about that.

Lucifer not only does not mean anything negative, as a matter of fact, it doesn’t really seem to mean anything at all, biblically speaking.

Out of the over 800,000 words in the Bible and the Apocrypha, Lucifer appears once, and then in an ambiguous reference.

Whatever the word means to certain Christian sects, theosophical and metaphysical groups, or secret societies, as you can clearly see it does not come from the Bible!"

(Harrell Rhome, New Dawn Magazine, 2009)

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