#m. | kisa

[hachiibun]

Commission for @chaoticfeathers of their OC and Da/nte from D/M/C

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[lil-kissy]

@mahoushojoumonster

"I can be a dragon!" She says delightfully a pair of small wings flutter gleefully on her back.

[anime-ships-all-good]

Kisa Sohma x Hiro Sohma

Fruits Basket

[garoujo]

KISAAAAAA !!! HES COOKIE SIZED !!! IM GONNA SWALLOW HIM WHOLE SNIFLE . IM SOOOOOOOOOO NOT NORMAL BOUT HIM >////< GONNA DIE !

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 1-Black Penny

Summary: You grew up in the hustle and bustle of a city most of your life, so you packed your few belongings and headed straight to New Orleans. You hoped to live a simpler, quieter life on the Historic French Quarter. By day during the week, you helped manage Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo Shop and by nightfall you tended bar at Black Penny on the weekends.

You were aware mutants existed, and believed them to be just as ordinary as you but only with extraordinary abilities. After living a few years in NOLA, you had a knack of picking them out in a crowd and treated them no differently than you’d treat anyone else. You had many run in’s with mutants on Bourbon Street, but none as impactful as the day you ran into Remy LeBeau.

A/N: Character Intro, She/Her Pronouns, GambitX!FemaleReader, GambitX!NonMutant, RemyLeBeauX!FemaleReader, Mutants, Post Deadpool and Wolverine, Post Void, New Orleans, Alcohol, Pining, Creole/French to English Translation

(c) - Creole

(f)- French

*I just want to disclose I am not a comic expert. Gambit/Remy LeBeau is very new to me and I’m doing my best to stay genuine to what I’ve researched online or from what I’ve seen in the D&W movie. I’m aware there was a HUGE controversy over his heavy accent/dialect and over his eye color in the movie, so I tried to incorporate both versions of each in my stories to satisfy everyone’s preferred Gambit/Remy style. (Personally, I loved Channing Tatum’s accent in the movie ☺️) I’m also cognizant that Gambit and Rogue are an item in the comics, but for sanity sake, Rogue will be a pastime only mentioned in passing if absolutely necessary so I don’t have to study in depth another character I’m unfamiliar with. (I need some brain space for real life stuff, too 😅) Anyway, I’m doing my maximum effort over here writing for Gambit/Remy, so when I do post my developing Gambit story, please, if you have comments or criticisms that don’t benefit anyone else’s appreciation of these fanfics, keep them to yourself and let the rest of us enjoy it. Thanks so much*

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It was a particularly busy night at Black Penny. As live bounce music and jazz blared from the stage, patrons dance and socialize carelessly with each other while you hotfoot from one end of the bar to the other serving up shots and beers.

You approach a man waiting patiently, his face downward hovering over a stack of playing cards.

“What can I getchya?” You ask him.

He began twirling an ace of spades between his fingers.

“(c) Kisa mwen ka jwenn pou ou?” You repeat.

The man lifted his gaze to meet yours with a mischievous grin stretching across his face. An eerie magenta glow softly radiated from his irises causing your jaw to drop. Your stunned reaction spurred him, causing his smile to widen and his eyes to glow brighter as the whites of his eyes began to blacken.

“….woah.” You say under your breath.

The man chuckled, “(c) Ou dwe padone Gambit, cheri (You must pardon Gambit). When his eyes see somethin’ so (f)dulcet (beautiful), it be hard to hide it.”

You shook your head to refocus, “No need to apologize. This is a safe space for everyone. Just caught me off guard is all.”

You flash him a smile and a wink as he returned one to you, the whites of his eyes returning to ‘human’ version of normal and his irises became a shade of icy green.

“Nobody be lookin’ at me like dat wit’out runnin’ off. You weren’t scared?”

“Of course not. Takes a lot more than a pair of flashy eyes on a handsome face to scare me away.” You state.

He laughed as he adjusted in his seat.

“Dats good, dats good.” He said as he leaned forward on the surface of the bar.

“What are you drinking, Gambit?” You ask again.

“Sazerac. (c) Mèsi, cheri. (Thank you, darling).”

You bring the gentleman a rocks glass fixed neat with the amber-red reserve bourbon. He gingerly raised the glass to his nose, inhaling the oak wood barrel scent with hints of cherry, caramel, apples, and tobacco.

He hummed with satisfaction, “(c) Manyifik (Magnificent).”

You nod, then turn to walk away.

“Remy.” You hear him call to you.

“Pardon?” You say as you turn back to him.

“The name’s Remy LaBeau.” He reiterated cooly after taking a sip from his glass.

He averted his eyes to you, awaiting your name. You grin back.

“Y/F/N.”

“(c) Kontan rankontre ou, Y/F/N (Pleased to meet you).”

You feel your face go red as you laugh nervously.

“Same.” You managed to say before scurrying to the other end of the bar to wait on other customers.

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Remy sat quietly in his spot at the bar the entire evening, only ever looking up from his deck of Mavericks to catch a glance of you as you pass him. The crowd started to thin out as last call was announced.

“One for the road, Remy?”

He beamed at you, “Oui, cheri. If you join me for one.”

You smile coyly, “I gotta close up, chief. How about this; I’ll bring you another Sazerac on the house, and I’ll take a rain check?”

You see the magenta glimmer in his eyes again.

“I like the soun’ of dat, cheri.”

You smile and nod then turn to the counter behind you to prepare his drink. You set it in front of him as he placed a $100 in front of you.

“You only had two. That’s too much.”

“(c) Pran li (Take it). For your generosity an’ da company.” Remy insisted.

You beam at him, “(c) Ou twò janti (You’re too kind).”

He stood up from his stool, and fixed his collar on his leather trench.

“Until next time, mon cher.” He said smiling while standing tall opposite you.

“Orevwa, Remy. I’ll see you around.” You reply sweetly as you feel your cheeks heat up again.

“(c) Mwen pwomèt ou pral (I promise you will).” He purred in his heavy honeyed Cajun accent.

He bowed, then turned on his heel to exit the bar. You released a deep exhale as if you hadn’t taken a breath since having met him that night.

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*I know this was a short one and I plan on a chapter 2. I’m just dipping my toe in the water here to see what feedback I get* 🥰

[lemonylioness]

Too Much

Kinktober Masterlist

Kisame x Reader - Size Kink + Breath Play

Content Warnings: reverse cowgirl, Kisame's giant cock, choking (please do not try this at home), multiple orgasms, lots and lots of cum, dacryphilia, squirting, creampie

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“Ah- K-Kisa… I-it’s t-too m-much… I-it’s not g-gonna f-f-fit,” you sobbed up at the ceiling as Kisame stretched your tight, little pussy over his massive girth, his hands on your hips to steady you as you straddled his lap, your back flush to his chest as you arched and strained over the too large dick trying to fill you to the brim. The chair underneath the both of you groaned as he shifted his weight to help with the angle of entry, as frantic to be inside of you as you were to have him buried deep. He hadn’t even undressed himself, his jeans just unbuttoned and unzipped with his cock freed and eager for your cunt. 

“Shh, sweetheart, it will… It will, it’s just gonna take a moment. I’m going as slow as I can, okay?” The huge man behind you purred in your ear as he continued guiding your naked body down, sliding his cock into your quivering hole centimeter by centimeter as your heat trembled and pulsed around him, “You need to relax though, baby…Take a deep breath.”

You followed his quiet order, inhaling as deeply as you could before slowly letting it out, trying to get your muscles to relax, especially the ones that had Kisame’s considerably sized dick in a death grip. He decided to help by reaching between your legs to thumb at your throbbing clit, making you moan loudly and slide down further as your cunt gushed and pleasure sparked through the little bud. His large hand laced around your throat as you arched back against him harder and his other arm wrapped around your body, keeping you from wiggling back off of his cock as each shallow thrust stretched out your tight little hole more and more. 

It didn’t take much longer before you were seated firmly on his shaft, your hips and his finally coming together as the tip of his girth pressed tightly against your cervix though an inch of his shaft was still exposed. You moaned and whined as you spasmed around his thick length, trying to get used to how he filled you up more than anyone ever had before, the stretch was mind blowing. You could feel every ridge, every vein, every twitch as he settled back on the chair and the movement caused some friction within you, especially when he pulled you back to settle against him by your throat and his cock thrust impossibly deeper. 

“Oh… Yes… You feel amazing,” he groaned as you involuntarily clenched around him and whimpers started to escape you as you tried to move and get some more of the delicious friction, “Sit still, doll, I’ll start moving once you’re comfortable. I can feel you struggling around me.” 

Letting the thick smell of sex wash over you, you tried to sit still on his lap and relax again. You closed your eyes and worked to get lost in the heavy musty scent as well as Kisame’s own unique fragrance that reminded you of the ocean and beach. As soon as he felt your pussy soften around him, his hips thrust upward in a tight movement that you felt deep in your belly, tearing a long moan from you as he settled into a slow rhythm, barely dragging his cock in and out of your cunt with each heavy thrust. The stretch was intense as he gradually built his pace, his hand tightening its grip around the column of your throat to keep you in place as he worked your weeping little hole to its limits. 

Starting to lose yourself in the intense pleasure, you laid splayed open across Kisame’s lap, your nails digging into his forearms as his free hand squeezed your breast before moving to tug at your nipple. Twisting the erect bud between his fingers, he gently bounced you on his thighs letting gravity do most of the work while your toes curled and your legs spasmed. It was quickly growing to be too much as your cunt’s juices leaked around his enormous girth, overstimulation just around the corner as your body threatened to orgasm just from this shallow fucking. Feeling the fluttering warning in your pussy, he decided to increase his pace, wanting to feel you gush on his cock and planning to use the slick it would produce to work even deeper. He also increased the pressure on your throat, starting to cut off your oxygen supply, making your face tingle and your vision fuzz out, intensifying the feeling of what he was doing in your core. Each time before you blacked out, he gave you a gulp of air, using the volume and rhythm of the whimpers and moans you were making to guide him, letting you have air whenever you grew too quiet or started going limp in his grasp. 

Between his cock and his hand, it wasn’t long before you tensed and arched back violently on his lap, a loud cry of euphoria leaving your lips as your first climax spiked through your sopping, straining core, making your pussy clamp tightly around his girth and flood with slick, drenching you both. 

“Yes… That's it,” he groaned loudly, his hand dropping from your neck to trace a line down your shuddering body before coming back up in a rough caress, squeezing your breast for a moment as he caught his own breath, “That’s my girl.” His hips had stilled with his cock buried inside you, giving you a moment to collect the pieces as your legs shook and your cunt drooled all over his lap. As you worked to come back down to earth, one of his hands moved across your skin, raising goose flesh as you quickly sensitized, the other sneaking its way back to your throat, ready to hold you in place so he could take his pleasure from your quivering pussy once you were ready to start again. He gently tilted your head back on to his shoulder and patiently waited, his cock twitching deep inside you as a heated reminder. 

When your eyes finally fluttered open and met his dark, lustful gaze, he answered with a powerful thrust upward with his hips, at long last sheathing himself entirely in your oversensitive heat. The last inch that you hadn’t been able to take before was making a hell of a difference as he settled heavily inside of you, the bulge of his cock pronounced and straining in your belly. Kisame could see it, the sight making him grin as he reached down and pressed his hand against the protrusion, making you cry out as white hot pleasure arced through you. 

“F-fuck… K-kisa-“ you sobbed, writhing in his gasp, trying to escape the intense feeling that was making your pussy clench almost painfully. Escape was futile though as his arms kept you locked in place and exactly where he wanted. Ignoring your pathetic cries, he began dragging his dick in and out of your trembling walls, quickly building his pace as he fucked you roughly on his lap, your cunt heavenly with how tightly it was wrapped around his thick length. His orgasm was so close and he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer, especially if you kept crying and gripping his cock the way you were. 

Soon both of his hands locked around your waist so he could guide your body like you were his own personal fuck sleeve, his girth working your overstimulated pussy past any kind of coherent pleasure, leaving you shuddering over him as you struggled to keep yourself together, every thrust threatening to drown you. His movements got sloppy, falling out of his tight rhythm as he started to grind deep into your womb every time your ass met his groin, his cock rearranging your guts and making you moan loudly. Tears ran down your face as you took the merciless pounding, your second climax threatening to tear through you with every movement of his hips and he took a deep satisfaction in having made you cry from how good his dick was. 

Finally, the dam burst inside of you and you arched back with a strangled cry, orgasming with such intensity that you saw stars before your vision blacked out, squirt after squirt of clear liquid forcing its way around his girth as you shook and spasmed. Kisame groaned loudly behind you, hunching over your shuddering form as he hit his own peak, his fingers digging into your waist. His hips bucked sharply up into you as he came, painting your walls with his thick seed, his cock flexing powerfully within you with each spurt of heat. Going boneless on his lap, you felt his cum fill up and stretch your womb before starting to leak out of your quivering cunt and down his cock as you reached capacity. You were both already such a mess of fluids that it didn’t matter, and he certainly didn’t care, still lost in the feeling of your pussy strangling his girth. With a deep grunt, he pulled himself out of the wreck of your cunt, compounding the problem as his seed spilled from your gapping, spent, little hole, leaving you to whine as you clenched around nothing after having been full for so long, your abused pussy fluttering and aching. 

Panting for breath, it took awhile for you to come back down as Kisame stroked your hair, his other arm tight around you, holding you to his chest as his half-hard erection bumped against your swollen cunt, making you whimper and squirm in his grip. A deep chuckle rumbled through his body as he held you closer, soothing you with soft whispers that he was done, there would be no more tonight, and that you were such a good girl, his good girl, and ghosting soft kisses across your temple once you were finally limp against him again, silence and warmth filling the air, until…

“See, I told you it would fit.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: @kazutora-kurokawa is at it again, inspiring me and stuff. To be fair, I've been looking for some redeeming quality about this asshat - and tbh, I've not found anything. I think he's a lost cause, guys. Also, ningyō = "doll" and "human shape" in Japanese. I hope I'm not offending anyone with my little nicknames for reader. It's not my intention. I'm just trying to make it cute <3.

C/W ::: Kisaki x F.reader, morning M->F oral , really sweet Kisaki (where the lies come into play), just gross. So sweet and full of lies it's gross. Don't @ me about the massive inaccuracies here lmao. I'm fully aware.

WC ::: Just over 1,100

MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE//THANKS!

“Mmmaaahhh, where do you think you're going? Don't leave bed yet. Please?" Kisaki was so needy in the mornings. It's been like this since the beginning of your relationship. "Stay. Just a few more minutes?" He begged.

"Kisa', a few more minutes is the same universal trick as just the tip. I know that if I stay here for a few more minutes that we'll fall back to sleep and the whole day will be fucked." You smiled down at him from where you stood at the edge of the bed.

"You know ... you, too, could be fucked, ningyō. Come on. I felt you rubbing your ass against my dick all night." Kisaki was trying so hard to get you to listen to him.

"I was freezing my ass off and scooting closer to you so I could warm up. You always leave the window open like a psychopath. I mean, y'know. You are. That's all I was doing. It wasn't sexual." Laughing at him you noticed he furrowed his brow and frowned.

"You just like teasing me." He turned over in bed and pulled the covers up to his chin.

"I am not a tease, Kisa'. You're just a big baby." You were starting to feel bad. So you sat down and pulled the covers back from his face and tucked your fingers under his chin instead and kissed him. "How. How do you always have the best breath in the morning. You're an anomaly. A complete freak of nature. You defy logic."

"Please come back to bed. I need you." Did his lip tremble? No. You're seeing things.

"I need you too, Kisa'. But we have work to do today. I'm already running late."

"Then come back to bed and we can be late together." He reached up and pulled your shirt, dragging you closer and closer to him. To be fair, you weren't really putting up a fight. Your legs were already against the bed and you had no resistance left in you.

"Okay, maybe a few more minutes. But if we fall back to sleep, you're making breakfast." You smiled and laid down next to him.

He buried his nose in your neck and absorbed your scent and heat against his face. His stubble tickled you, making you tip your head to the side to keep him out as best you could - even though you wanted all of him all over you.

"You smell so good, ningyō. Like home." He breathed in again, nuzzling deeper into you.

"Well, I am home, so it makes sense."

"You are my home. My family." Kisaki's voice was soft and quiet. You felt him move closer to you, but didn't think anything of it until you felt his teeth on your shoulder.

"Hey! What are you doing?" You tried to push him away, but he held you tighter.

"I just want a little taste." He whispered and sucked on your skin, marking you.

"Kisa'! No! We can't right now. We'll be late!"

"Then don't let me fuck you. All you have to do is make me believe you don't want to do this. That's all." He bit down a little harder, making you gasp.

"Stop! Stop or I won't let you touch me at all." You laughed so hard. He always made you laugh. This was a side of him that no one else got to bear witness to. The kind and gentle Kisaki. The playful Kisaki. The Kisaki that made your heart burst with love.

He pulled away and licked the mark he made on your skin. It was red and tender to the touch. You could tell it would be purple by the end of the day.

"Kisa'. Please." You couldn't stop laughing.

"Fine. You win." He sighed and rolled away from you. "Just kidding!" He got on his hands and knees and scooted down under the covers, working his way between your legs. "I'm hungry for a different kind of breakfast."

"Wait! Kisa'! You said you wouldn't fuck me! No!" You tried to grab his head and stop him from moving, but he was already under your shirt and pulling your panties down.

"I never promised anything. Just that I wouldn't fuck you. Not that I couldn't make you feel good." His tongue was soft and warm against your folds. "Just lay back and enjoy it. It won't take long." He hummed against your cunt and sucked on your clit, making your whole body shake.

"Kisa'. Noooo-hahahaaaa! Please. Not now. We'll be la- fuck, god." You couldn't stop yourself from grinding against his face. You were so weak for him. And he knew it.

He pushed your legs wider apart and moved his tongue faster, pressing it deeper into you, rubbing your clit just hard enough that you'd feel it but soft enough that you sought him out more.

Your back arched and your eyes rolled back. You gripped the sheets and felt yourself gush over his face as he sucked every drop of you from his lips.

He pulled himself out from under the covers and kissed you deeply.

You adore how he kisses you. It's perfect. His lips are perfect for yours. His tongue is perfect for yours. The taste of you on his tongue is perfect. It's all perfect.

"You're a brat." You whispered, pulling him closer to you.

"I'm your brat and you're perfect. Come on. Let's go to work." He laughed and jumped off the bed, dragging you with him. "And you know, you have to return the favor tonight. So be ready."

"Don't worry. I'll be ready." You kissed him again and held his hand as you walked to the shower together. "And I'll make sure to lock the window so you won't be able to open it and freeze me to death while we sleep."

"Fine. But you can't lock me out of your heart, ningyō." He smiled and turned on the water. "Let's hurry and get cleaned up. We have a day ahead of us."

You smiled at him and shook your head. Kisaki was something else. But you loved him. And you'd love him forever.

"Kisa', you know I'm never leaving you, right? You don't have to keep marking me like this. I'm already yours. Always."

"I just want to make sure everyone knows who you belong to, ningyō. That's all. Now, let's get ready. I'm starving." He pulled you into the shower and started washing your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingers and humming a tune that made you melt.

This man was really and truly something else entirely.

Taglist ::: @katkitkats @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82

[ramu-ego]

(nsfw) EROGENOUS ZONES :: xfemdom!Reader

@kisa-rae oh I'm gonna include Ego in this but also totes exploiting your man in this one ♡ - askbox open cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, aged up, sexual themes word count: sloppy character headcanons character(s): Jinpachi Ego, Gin Gagamru, Hyoma Chigiri, Itoshi Rin, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage

DNI :: minors, blank blogs + m!Reader blogs

NECK NECK NECK NECK-

why else do you think it's shaved so neatly all the time?

the nape of this man's neck is his mortal weakness in every life he's ever been born into

just so you understand....it's his neck

kisses on the back of his neck while he's working, eating or literally anything else will immediately turn this man on

absolutely weak for things to happen behind him and simply scrape your nails up his shave or curl your fingers around his throat just to rub your thumbs up the back of his neck has him dropping whatever is in his hand

this extends generally to his shoulders, his ears, running your fingers through his hair too

kiss the back of his neck and you better expect to have the rest of the day off because he's not letting you tease him

take care of this man's needs or he'll make it your problem if you kiss on him like that or touch him in general

CURSED BONUS: his ankles, his feet in general are a ticklish but kiss or touch his ankles during intimate moments is as bad as kissing the back of his neck

thighs

THIGHS FOR DAYS

grip them, squeeze them, kiss them, bite them; literally any touch on this man's thighs is the express button to fucking

you just going to be cute and tuck your hand in his thighs when you're sitting out on a beautiful winter day?

think again he's hard the second your fingers curl into the thickest part of his thigh

straddling and grinding on his thighs are just as much of a rush for him as it is for you

has a preference for his inner thighs to be touch but there's a secret second spot if you grab right under his ass leaves him weak in the knees

cover em in hickies by the way it's his favorite trophy to wear into the locker room

CURSED BONUS: the space right between his shoulder blades, he can't touch it but if you drag your fingers down it during sex he will almost always blow his load

most the time they're covered but...EARS

ear lobes to be more precise in fact

why else do you think he keeps them covered all the time?

talking/whispering/kissing around his ears is a surefire way to remind Chigiri that he can still paint the inside of his pants with cum

absolutely loathes being tickled for the most part but his ears are on another level

that level is connected straight to his dick and no matter what he cannot avoid it

especially fond of dirty talk in the most hushed voice you can manage

nasty words and your breath tickling his ear can take any situation from tepid to steamy

CURSED BONUS: the back of his legs are nearly as ticklish as his ear but grope them firmly to get the best reaction, preferably while he's on his stomach so he can't get away from you

HIS MID SECTION

from his navel to the small of his back, a complete 360 around that toned core and you will find Rin's absolutely most sensitive area

special dedication to right under his belly button or right above his butt will have him drooling in no time

this is why massages are doubly dangerous for him

touch or tickle doesn't matter bc your hands on his waist makes Rin loose his fucking mind even on a good day

kiss the small of his back while he's face down and this pro will curse you out until he can't breath because he came all over what's under him

grip his sides while he's on his back and watch him utterly go some place else for a good five seconds because of it

CURSED BONUS: his scalp is ridiculous and playing with his hair without giving him more will in fact create the crankiest brat in the world

this lazy shit's cliche but with a twist

THAT NECK but you need to do more than just kiss it

tickling kisses and light touches are alright but throw in a little roughness around the edges to how you do it and that's got him putting down the phone

if Nagi's sitting down and you casually slip your fingers around the back of his neck (even if it's innocent while you tell him or Reo something) he will immediately put the game down

we're talking full on trained dog behavior

rub your thumb over the side of his neck if you're just casually resting your hand there and he can't focus

yes he will expect you to notice when he's dead silent and not looking at his phone screen if you happened to touch his neck

choking him is on an entirely different level for this man

CURSED BONUS: his hair and no that's not exactly his scalp it means his actual hair, twirl it around your fingers and give it a tug leaves him like a mutt on a leash ready to follow you

Reo will adamantly deny this but also demand said touch in the greediest of ways when you do

nothing compares to this man's NIPPLES

his chest in general is overly sensitive compared to most people

the area around his nipple, under his breast, the sides leading up to his armpits, all of it will and does make him squirm

exceptionally fond of faint touches that are drawn around the area in question

safe to say his areolas might in fact be the most sensitive thing on him and a light touch has him begging shamelessly in thirty seconds or less

CURSED BONUS: not far off from his bingo card, this man's under arm/armpits send him to dizzying new heights if you touch them right

[protect-namine]

I am about to start a neji route (because I feel that I need at least three playthroughs to fully understand neji and his plays, so I can't leave him for last). so my thoughts on this may change, but for the moment, my thesis is that neji and kisa are the same kind of thespian, just in different fonts.

(I am slightly exaggerating kisa'a character here. there are hints and I do think pushing the envelope of what her character could be is part of what makes kisa... kisa. as I'll explain later, for better and worse, kisa is constrained by the conventions of being an otome heroine.)

anyway. in essence. neji turns Other Persons into stories,

and kisa turns Other Persons into performances,

while they both simultaneously run away from, avoid, or sacrifice Becoming Persons themselves, for the sake of theater

or maybe it's the other way around. something something discovery if not recognition of the self through the other... except they're both unreliable narrators so who's to say if the recognition actually takes hold, really. kisa at least is a little bit self aware. neji, on the other hand, deals with realizations of the self through writing, without actually processing them (e.g. ms robin, domina, etc).

I keep thinking about (novel) kisa closing her eyes and feeling like her sense of self would melt away until tsuki centers her and gives her theater as a way to heal from the grief of losing her mother. it happens again during tsuki's univeil performance: kisa curling in on herself and tsuki pulling her back to theater as way to help kisa move forward with her dreams. pretending to be others is more fun than being herself.

and then there is neji (insert spiderman pointing at spiderman meme). but in his case, he would rather play eccentric roles, caricatures, comic relief, than be a Person With Depth on stage. neji is always either a seer of some kind (a fortune teller, a ghost who sees 10 seconds into the future) or a bit character (employee A), or... whatever he initially planned for domina. he is the mechanic behind the stage, but never the lead actor. his vulnerabilities do not need to "stolen" for the story, though others' are fair game.

kisa does not think about gender as it applies to herself in her daily life (mostly) and only sees it through the lens of acting and theater. how does she act mukai vs maiden, charles vs chicchi? the same way that neji does not think about the motifs and characters he writes as a window to himself, but rather as objects to be put on stage. rukiora is based on a younger neji, mary jane is I Am Death: Revisited (mary jane is to takihime as gashadokuro is to jacob), sissia is always meant to be the foil to I Am Death. but neji doeen't really understand that just like how he didn't understand oh rama havenna. sissia (kisa route, jack jeanne ver) is to kisa as domina is to neji.

literally kisa at her most extreme is just theater thoughts 24/7

kisa "I don't like being me; I'd rather be other people" tachibana 🤝 kokuto "I need to experiment and witness visions I can't create or I'll die" neji: this is a totally sane and Normal way to cope with abandonment and grief 👍

(it is not implied in the game, but since kisa turned to theater to cope with grief as a child, I wonder if the reason she never looks too deeply into tsuki's disappearance is because she's once again using theater as an excuse to conveniently Not Think About It. out of sight, out of mind. tsuki must be doing well, wherever he is, whatever it is he's doing.)

there is also the meta perspective of how kisa in-game inhabits a role where the player can (and is expected to) self-insert. otome dictates that protagonist kisa must be malleable to the player (who can choose to focus on a variety of relationships in her stead), and the plot dictates that actor kisa must be malleable to her stage roles (jack or jeanne, maiden or hero, flower or vessel), and novel kisa dictates that kisa must malleable to pretending to be other people because it's more preferable to being herself.

every thought she has about herself must be tied to acting, somehow. kisa's personhood is defined through stagecraft. she is the maiden, and mukai, and charles, and chicchi, and sissia. she can romance anyone in the school, of the player's choosing. she can be jack, and jeanne, and jack jeanne. don't get me wrong; kisa is her own character and has a strongly defined personality, but the story also demands for her to be malleable. a painting and a blank canvass at the same time.

neji externalizes where kisa internalizes. where kisa Must Perform™ to function and to avoid herself, neji Must Create™ to function and to avoid himself. scriptwriter neji dictates that neji must use everything at his disposal — his memories, his classmates, his obscure knowledge — as inspiration for stories. director neji dictates that he must use everything he knows about his actors — their complexes, their relationships, their weaknesses and strengths — as inspiration for stories. from the cook (mitsuki) needing apricots for a recipe and wanting to harvest honey from a beehive, to mary jane (fumi) being good at sewing and wanting an equal in jacob. suzu and sou fighting and developing a rivalry leads to jire and fugio fighting over chicchi. kai limits himself as a vessel in hasekura, and kai learns to embrace his desires as the priest. from the water/ocean/drowning themes, to rukiora being based on neji's younger self, and her family life and relationship with domina.

every thought neji has must be tied to stories, somehow. neji's personhood is scattered through stagecraft. the more you read his plays and lyrics, the more you get a glimpse of who he is. it is to the point that neji himself doesn't... really see how his stories reflect himself. ms robin being a "random" song the jazz lounge singer sings thay hasekura and ando can dance to, oh rama havenna being a so-so throwaway play that neji doesn't understand why it's entertaining. lmao. neji, please.

and this is why when problems arise, neji becomes a demanding director and kisa becomes a chameleon actor with a shaky sense of self (we don't really see this a lot because jack jeanne is not that dark of a story and kisa is still an otome heroine of an uplifting game, but it's a reasonable conclusion if you push hard on the kisa from neji's "good morning" exercise, or kisa going ham on method acting as charles. kinda wish the game explored more of that. I think a very stressed kisa can get lost in method acting, just as a very stressed neji is almost paralyzed by the fear of the death of talent).

idk where I was going with this. just. them. they have the same issues, just in different fonts. and I think that's actually what first attracts neji to kisa. kisa "steals" (to borrow neji's own words) just like him. kisa is a fountain of inspiration, an ever changing muse. and neji provides kisa with an endless amount of prompts and characters for her to inhabit. kisa does like to play pretend a lot. that's why she's in theater!

kisa and neji: Art Imitates Life people stuck in a Life Imitates Art video game

ANYWAY usual disclaimer that I'm jotting down livebloghing thoughts and I know some spoilers to neji's route but I'm only just about to actualy start his playthrough so. yeah. this was drafted all the way back in may lol, opinions may change and all that

[hime-arts]

Tokyo Debunker

Honour students of Darkwick Academy and their babes 😋❤️✨

Respective M/OCs belong to their respective owners:

Hoga (Neruseii), Ayumi (Haru), Rika (Clabel), Tamaki (Joon), Fuyuko (Shproticka), Nara (me), Renka (Lex), Shinra (Yura), Reina (Leia), Leriana (Anis), Anri (Izel), Tsubaki (Kisa)

[archaeren]

Hello, I’m Ren! I work for a game studio (game writing and QA stuff), I wear lolita fashion, I sing in a barbershop chorus. Etc. But I’m just here to talk about fanfiction and Jack Jeanne, which is what I write fanfiction for. And my beloved favorite character from Jack Jeanne, Tanakamigi Chui. He and Kisa are unintentionally soulmate-coded and I need them to kiss and snuggle.

Anyway, I write fanfic! This isn’t all of them, but linking all of them seemed like a pain. You can find the rest on my AO3 if you’re interested!

Feel free to send me asks about writing or Jack Jeanne stuff or basically anything!

Fanfics: Life Cycle : Love Story Chui/Kisa (M/F) Ongoing multi-chapter fic that updates Sundays. Basically a rewrite of the game timeline from mostly Chui’s perspective. Slow burn romance. Can be mostly read fandom-blind, but isn’t optimized for it. Chapter-by-chapter spoiler guide is linked in the summary. Something Sweeter [Illustrated] Chui/Kisa (M/F) Cute (G-rated) fluffy Valentine’s Day oneshot. Can be read fandom-blind. No route spoilers. Negotiations Chui/Kisa (M/F) 18+ smut oneshot. This is 13k words of sex and comedy. That’s it. Can probably be read fandom-blind reasonably comfortably. No route spoilers. With Time Neji/Kisa (barely), Chui/Kisa (M/F) Oneshot and its 18+ sequel oneshot. Explores how an event in Neji’s route might have gone differently and the chain reaction it has set off years later. Part 1 has major spoilers for Neji’s route. Part 2 has no spoilers. Both can probably be read fandom-blind, especially the second one. Scarlet & Gold Fumi/Chui (M/M) 18+ smut oneshot. Vampire AU, enemies to enemies that fuck. Has been adjusted to accommodate reading fandom-blind. No route spoilers.

[lil-kissy]

For as much as Kisa trusts - for better or worse - Dartz

White Dragon how ever is just growling from behind her powers may still be young but she strong m, Dragon Spirit can and will take over and come to her defense

[cinderella-ish]

Fic Recs: Fluff & Slice of Life

A Fabulous Style, by Modzy78 G | Gen - Ayame & Ritsu, Mitsuru/Ritsu | Short Story Ritsu thinks he has his post curse style figured out, but someone begs to differ.

Becoming Accustomed, by Geoduck G | Gen - Kyo & Kazuma, Kyo & Kunimitsu | Flash Fiction Shortly after he moves in to Kazuma's house, Kyo has a birthday. When Kunimitsu does not find out about that birthday until the day of, he does feel a bit stressed.

Changing the Ending, by Geoduck T | Gen - Kyo & Momiji | Flash Fiction Kyo wakes up to someone laying down next to him. And this someone is in the mood to talk.

Don't Be a Stranger, by me T | Gen - Arisa & Akimoto | Short Story After a draining day at work, Arisa Uotani runs into someone from her past.

Furedi, by me T | Gen (ensemble cast) | Short Story When his younger cousins come over to watch Mogeta, Shigure finally tells Kyo the true nature of Jason, just in time to invent a new threat in the surrounding woods: Freddy.

Giving Up Burdens, by Geoduck G | Gen - Kisa & Kyo (minor Tohru/Kyo) | Short Story | also hurt/comfort Kisa Sohma decides to do something she's never done before: have a conversation with Kyo.

Heisei's Dusk, by Geoduck T | Kyo/Yuki, Tohru/Momiji, Tohru & Kyo & Yuki | Short Story Twenty years to the day after Tohru, Yuki, Kyo, and Momiji's trip to the Sohma hot spring back in their high school days. In commemoration, that quartet goes to the hot spring again.

How Can I Thank You, by SharkFairy77 E | Kyo/Yuki | Novelette | also smut As Kakeru's best man, Yuki has him and Maki over for a celebration dinner. Kyo, the loving boyfriend that he is, even agrees to cook… However begrudgingly. At the last minute, Kakeru asks if he can bring his sister Machi (Yuki's ex) along to dinner.

i really (really really) like you, by alpacas T | Tohru/Kyo | Short Story “Do you think they’ve done it yet?” Haru asks.

Like a Bolt Out Of the Blue, by me G | Tohru/Kyo, Hajime/Mutsuki, Momiji/OMC | also hurt/comfort & pining At their annual family beach trip, Hajime wrestles with some big feelings.

Like Father, Like Son, by me T | Gen - Tohru & Kyo & Hajime & their second son | Short Story When Tohru and Kyo can't find their two young sons one morning, they turn up in an unexpected-- and very cute!-- place.

Notebooks and Needles, by reconquer G | Kakeru/Yuki | Short Story kakeru annoys yuki into letting him pierce his ear

On Top of the World, by me G | Tohru/Kyo | Flash Fiction Tohru has a surprise planned for her date with Kyo.

Open Season, by reconquer T | Kakeru/Yuki | Short Story yuki gets trashed and spills the beans

Over (Un)Easy, by me G | Yuki & Shigure, Yuki & Haru | Short Story Yuki moves into Shigure's house and stumbles through his first day outside of that dark room.

Quality Shrimp Time, by ConvenientAlias T | Tohru/Kyo/Momiji | Short Story Momiji asks Kyo and Tohru out and things sort of spiral from there.

tights and mascara, by sacrificialParsnip T | Gen - Ayame & Yuki (background Kakeru/Yuki) | Short Story In which Yuki comes out to his brother and it goes about as well as one might expect.

vigilante, by floraltohru T | Machi/Yuki & Tohru/Kyo | Short Story Machi finds herself cornered. Tohru orchestrates a rescue mission.

We Have the Rest of Our Lives, by me T | Tohru/Kyo | Short Story | also hurt/comfort Kyo helps Tohru change her bandages after she's released from the hospital.

Welcome Home, by me G | Tohru/Kyo | Flash Fiction Tohru anxiously awaits Kyo's return from a training trip.

We'll Work it Out Together, by inheritanceofgeek M | Tohru/Kyo, Kyo & Hiroshi & Yusuke | Short Story In which Hiroshi and Yusuke help Kyo figure out he's asexual, and are the biggest Kyoru shippers on the block (besides Shishou-san).

Wish, by me G | Tohru/Kyo | Short Story Tohru and Kyo take their three children to their small town's Tanabata festival.

Here's a link to my bookmarks tagged fluff and my bookmarks tagged slice of life.

[garoujo]

Nagi when he sees how cute you are, he gets jaw-drop 🥰

[litepowee]

give your moots a valentine's day ship?

oooou this should be fun!! i tried to get all of my moots but if i missed you please just send in a ask and i'll give ya a valentines ship!!

@lyneira - Nene & Reo Mikage

@awkwardchick87 - Awks & Keisuke Baji

@saintshiba - Vyn & Taiju Shiba

@aces-high - Ace & Dabi

@megumri - Ri & Maki Zenin

@ukaishin - Echo & Taishiro Toyomitsu

@sweet-seishu - Katie & Rindou Haitani

@yakshasslut - Lauren & Naoto Tachibana

@benkeibear - Rhy & Gagamura Gin

@bleuboyfriend - Luke & Seishiro Nagi

@m-ikage - Bonnie & Sae Itoshi

@no3tis - Adri & Meguru Bachira

@itoshi-s - Zaria & Rin Itoshi

@nyaaaaanma - Kisa & Kenma Kozume

@rueren - Ruu & Shinichiro Sano

@suguruenjoyer - Leo & Bakugo Katsuki

@yeosatinyngz - Lily & Yoichi Isagi

@dearestgojo - Celeste & Aki Hayakawa

@portfolio-of-dreams - Vega & Haruchiyo Sanzu

[sou-ris]

07.21.23 Jounal:

M tris. M santi nènpot bagay m fè ak bagay m eseye fè pa ase, pa sufi. M li, pale anpil ak paran mwen, koute plizye videyo an kreyòl, elatriye. Se pa sufi, pa anyen pou kèk moun ayisyen. Moun sa yo se tikal moun ayisyen m te rakontre ki fè m santi konsa men yo fè kè m fè mal. M eseye anpil pou amelyore tout an kreyòl ak kiliti ayisyen men m pi lwen toujou. M pa konnen kisa diplis m ka fè espete eseye aprann plis. M santi m ap amelyore detazantan men kouray, konfyans, espwa m kite m. Mo yo vide m. Vide tout bagay. Se tèlman tris pou m men fanmi m kenbe an plas. M te aprann kreyòl poukont mwen pou yo, pou konprann kilti yo. M jis bezwen kenbe lidè sa nan tèt mwen kontra nènpot moun di m.