#moritani

[vulpine-spectacle]

FOUR BENE GESSERIT SISTERS WERE CHOSEN AS DISCIPLES TO THE KWISATZ MOTHER. THEY STAND IN PREPARATION TO THE ASCENSION OF THE KWISATZ HADERACH. AND BY THEIR BLOOD, THEY SHALL NOT FAIL.

EDIT OF THE DISCIPLES OF THE KWISATZ MOTHER.

Echoes in our Blood by Vulpine_Spectacle

[majokkoradio]

"Kaze ga Hakobu Yokan" - Lady Lady!! (1988) - March 12, 1988

[paradiseyuri]

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[songweaver]

[coolmika745]

Seimei Metamorphosis by Akiko Moriya

Abe no Masuki's son, Kuzumaru (later Seimei), had the power to "foresee" people's deaths from an early age. Kuzumaru has been raised without leaving the mansion so that disasters do not befall him.

When he was seven years old, he met Tsukuge (Yasunori), a boy who was preparing to train as an Onmyoji, and Tsuru-kun (Hiromasa), the grandson of the late emperor.

Three people who become close because they are not familiar with people. However, because of Kuzumaru's foresight, Masuki is suspected of being poisoned in the court.

In order to clear the suspicion, Kuzumaru begins to challenge the many mysteries hidden in the capital of Heian.

Thr author wholehearted emergence of the Heian period mystery!

Seimei's childhood name in this story, Kuzumaru (葛丸) seems to be a reference to Kuzunoha.

The book is available on the Japanese Amazon website. I do not have access to this book myself. I was just looking for something to help take my mind off the anxiety and depression I am experiencing with the Onmyoji Mobile Game Plot.

[ladies-of-fiction]

Characters Named Hiyori

Hiyori Hayama (Extreme Hearts), Hiyori Iki (Noragami)

Hiyori Izumi (Girls Go Around), Hiyori Kasugano (Sketchbook)

Hiyori Moritani (Kotoura-san), Hiyori Nishiyama (Hiyokoi)

Hiyori Sarugaki (Bleach), Hiyori Sena (Charade Maniacs)

Hiyori Sugiura (Circlet Princess), Hiyori Tamura (Lucky Star)

[cinemaquiles]

Quando o Japão afundou e virou um sucesso de bilheterias: a submersão do Japão!

[blacksunrequiem]

It’s rather early but I have set my feet on the ship of Isca and Jael — Jisca or Iscael 💖

the woman who holds the moon

prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.

[anime-ships-all-good]

Murakami Haruka x Moritani Misuzu

Fragtime

[ughdontbeboring]

young newlywed games

Feyd Rautha x WoC Reader (can be read by anyone)

Giedi Prime’s young newlyweds and their Feyd approve games.

warnings: Feyd-let’s be honest the man is a menace. Public sex-ish. Almost murder.

note: thank you to all my babes for all the love and encouragement to get some of these wisp done 😅 especially to my Feyd girlies! and to @peggyao3 for being the best! Seriously your work and your encouragement keeps me wanting to push myself more. And we’re getting closer to those 2 other fics day by day babe! 😂 @austinbutlerslovers hope you babes enjoy 🤎

just so yal know this has been in my folders as a wip since early August 🙃🥲

If yall like it, love it or fucks with it please share and comment! I love talking to y’all about our mans.

I give no permission for my work to be used anywhere.

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it’s seemed like fate honestly so you don’t feel all that bad at the situation the young unmarried lord of house Moritani finds himself in. Not that being unmarried would matter to your husband.

He is slightly bent since he is taller then you just a bit. His eyes peering softly into yours asking for your permission as his hand points downward to the useless cloth you dropped -rushing away to find somewhere to continue your sulking even if it was petty and partly unfounded. 

Your breathless from you rush across the fortress so your “you may” comes out a lot more inviting then maybe you initially intended it to. You were ok testing the waters a bit but you had no desire to risk true punishment for either of you. 

Not when you couldn’t grantee the safety of the young kind man before. Who may be a little too kind for the dark cold walls of this fortress. 

He nods with a pleasant smile as he starts to lean forward. 

But the movement that happens at the end of large moonlit hand is swift. He doesn’t utter a single word but a gasp as you hear clear and promising the swoosh of a very familiar blade and growl as the metal is gently laid at the man’s neck. 

You know the blade is too sharp to actually press against his neck he would draw blood too soon and if you know your husband if only for a short time you know he likes a little fear before blood is drawn. 

Just something to whet his appetite before the main meal.

He likes to get his point across if anyone is unclear.

You don’t look at your husband though you can feel him burning a hole into the side of your face as there’s no need for him to look at the man before you, he doesn’t matter to Feyd, honestly couldn’t matter less to either of you, you think sadly. Not during this little stare down that’s left boiling over from this mornings bickering -more on your side then his- while you laid in your husband’s warm strong embrace. 

“You may” you repeat while straightening your spine to convey more authority and not have your disappointed in the man who’s clearly afraid of your husband displayed so openly, he would just gloat.

Even if his sudden fear and immobility is completely justified and necessary for his survival, you were hoping for a little more from him. 

Just enough to get you what you wanted without having to ask. You were better than that or so you’ve told yourself a million times since laying eyes on your future husband as he stood covered in blood on the area floor 4 months ago. 

You weren’t supposed to be enjoying him let alone this. Especially not by the hands of a feared psychotic man. The man that plagues everyone’s nightmares even your parents. What would they think if they could see you now?

But none of that matters now, not when desire pools hot as this plants sun low in your core threatening to drip down your legs any moment from the sight of the lethal and slightly unhinged man before you. Your husband the na-Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen.

Feyd says nothing but pushes the knife up just a bit so the young lord is standing at his full height, the fear of the blade or Feyd your not sure maybe both causing him to stretch his neck as much as possible trying to create as some space. 

Space you know Feyd will not afford him. The simple act of him trying to pull away would cause Feyd to react and the knife would most likely end up in his neck anyway. 

You sigh in defeat when you see the man is clearly too scared to do anything. 

“You may leave” You relent with an eyes roll. 

Though he doesn’t move his eyes trained on the knife at his throat. His face is red and he’s starting to sweat. 

Feyd turns the blade flat against his throat and pushes into his neck harshly causing a little blood to pearl along his skin in silent permission for the man to leave with his life. 

Much to your displeasure he is quick to flee. 

You are slightly irritated, but luckily your husband is too irritated with you also to be as smug as he would normally be. He loves to get you worked up. Loves to watch you react to him. 

Like a child you stomp your foot and huff before you glance at him, rolling your eyes then heading in the opposite direction of him. You’ve had enough of his games today. You have yet to have anything you consider win under your belt.

“Do you think they desire your affection more then they fear me wife?” He asks his long legs keeping him smoothly on your heels, pride heavy in his raspy voice. Satisfaction pouring off of him in waves. Oh so now comes the smug bastard.

You smirk knowing your next words could end very badly but you want to take him down a notch he’s too high on his horse for you right now. To please with his ability to instill fear into others.

“Well na-Baron I know had I offered my tight wet cunt he’d gladly lay down his life just for a taste, like most men in this very hall would, and the same as all the other planets I’ve been too” you speak openly but in a normal conversational tone in the greats halls were your both passing those of noble houses and status in GP and servants of the fortress who accompany them. 

You want your husband -though you know he’s aware, very little if anything gets past him- and everyone else to know that you do in fact know you effect you have on men. Even the men here who act as if they are unaffected by your beauty simply because it is not the standard here. 

You and your husband know they lust for you secretly but only you know the true extent of their desire and how far they’d be willing to take it if only you gave them the impression you were interested from their open stares when your husband is no where in sight. They fill their greed of you openly when Feyd is safely on the other side of the fortress or in the arena or better yet on another planet for his duties, which you haven’t accompanied him with yet in the few times he’s had to leave you because it’s recommended you stay to keep helping your body get adjusted to the atmosphere here so you have a better chance at conceiving sooner. 

You hear the growl before you feel yourself roughly pushed into the black wall, a gasp leaving you at the force and surprise. It wasn’t hard enough to truly hurt but enough to get your attention about how closely you were playing with fire. 

Nothing stops in the busy hall but you know they’re curious and nervously watching as they try to act nonchalant. 

“You can’t be talking about my cunt little wife” Feyd grits with barely controlled rage covering his handsome face that you know those passing can hear, he’s shaking, the thought alone of all the men who’d gladly die for a chance to have your sweet royal cunt. 

Yes he knew this but he chose not to think about such things unless he hears or see something he doesn’t like. Something he would take a man’s life for thinking or saying. Like what just happened and what disgusting filth has left your pretty mouth about another ever having you. 

No. He would remind you. Remind everyone. He always does. 

You’re staring up at him breathlessly and your round eyes give away your excitement as he nudges a strong thigh between your legs. 

His hand is quick to follow, as he hikes up your skirt, your bare leg coming into view in the hallway were anyone is too scared to actually watch directly, before his long rough finger tips meet your damp panties. 

You roll your hips while letting a whimper escape as your cunt presses into his fingers more, suddenly desperate to feel him.

“Because this cunt” He emphasizes by rubbing while adding more pressure, digging into your clothed lips to get to that pearl he loves so much. Damn these panties you curse, you wanted to feel his bare skin on you. “Because this cunt is my cunt. And any man or woman who even thinks of this cunt will die in such a horribly creative way people will avoid you to try and spare their lives. I will wipe them, their family and any indication of them from the memory of this universe and the next. A whole family line gone because someone thought of my pretty tight little wet cunt” He rasps above you as you shake, you bite into your lip so hard so no one actually hears your moaning as you cum in your panties and all over his fingers. It was too easy how you fell apart for him. 

His other hand is hold your jaw in a death grip so you don’t look away from his blue eyes. You don’t even remember when he had grabbed your face in the first place. 

But your face burns bright red with embarrassment as you continue to chase the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm on his long thick fingers. Your body shakes pinned under his as wave after wave of your pleasure washes over you. 

You try to turn your face to hide from just how much you love this but he doesn’t let you.

He tugs on your lips your puffy clit trapped within with just enough pressure to rip a yelp from you and people start to scurry away. Men with tight trousers, and women hot and soaked from the open display of ownership their desperate for the na-baron to show them. Such affection he’s never shown, not until you. They’re quick to be out of sight, all afraid to still be around when the na-Baron is done with you and what anger may still linger. 

Giedi Prime nobles and foreigners trying to flee and not bask too much in the erotic tension that has sudden started to suffocate the hallway from the young na-Baron and na-Baronness. 

Newlyweds unlike anything Giedi Prime has seen. 

Feyd brings up his wet fingers, catching your attention, you’re even dripping down his hand. How you’ve managed that through your underwear you’re not sure but not surprised with the man hovering above you. He rubs it along your bottom lip, his eyes smoldering as he follow his fingers, it’s then when realized you had broken skin and your bottom lip was bleeding. You smell the metallic just under your nose mixed with your essence. 

He’s swift when he moves in. Groaning with deep pleasure as he kisses you passionately without restraint, the taste of your wetness and your blood mixing over both of your tongues as you both fight for dominance. His body chases yours back into the wall and you feel his hard cock grind into your stomach. 

You could cum again in this hallway just from the friction of his hot heavy cock against you. 

You pull away from the delicious taste and his soft full lips, he makes a noise of protest as he moves back in and starts to suck on your neck. 

You and Feyd have not always or mostly even seen eye to eye since your families married you and as much as you’ve avoided trying to feel anything for him the games have gotten hard to resist. He’s been hard to resist. You don’t know if you can call it love yet or ever but his desire and devotion to you is clear and been consistent since your wedding night. 

Even so it still kills you to say this to him because you’ve never openly admitted how much you enjoyed being with Feyd all those times he’s made you cum crying on his cock, fingers and tongue. Even some toys. You’ve never been the one to initiate anything sexual between you two but you couldn’t stop yourself if you tried as you feel the words leap off your tongue in a hurry. Completely desperate and full of need. A need only he could tame. You think he has broken you for any other man.

“Husband” you plead in his ear as your fingers caress his head. 

He grunts into your neck as he moves lower to your cleavage, his tongue licking over your exposed skin before trying to dip below the hem of your neckline. 

“Husband, please take me to your bed chambers” you beg. 

His motion stops and his head shooks up trying to gauge you. Piercing Blue eyes like the ocean of your home planet watch you in only a way he could. And when he see the desire and no trace of uncertainty he quickly picks up cradling you in his arms as you squeal and wrap your around his neck.

Maybe this life full of fear, death and games wrapped in the na-Baron arms and snug on his cock wouldn’t be so bad. 

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[vulpine-spectacle]

ECHOES IN OUR BLOOD by Vulpine_Spectacle

CHARACTER POSTERS - part 1 / ?

A collection of character posters for EIOB inspired by the character posters for Dune: Part 1.

[postpunkindustrial]

Phew – Phew

Phew is vocalist Hiromi Moritani.

She started her career in the Japanese Art Punk band Aunt Sally.

This is her first dolo full length album. Made in collaboration with Holger Czukay and Jaki Liebezeit of Can.

This has a great industrial and Post-Punk vibes.

You can get it from my Google Drive HERE

[captain-price-unofficially]

BULLET WOUND (Moritani, 1969)

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

Three years late it's PINNED POST TIME! So HI, HELLO, I'm Frenchy (she/her) and I love creative shit!! Specifically, I love tabletop games (LOTS), video games (some), personal creative projects (with the burning passion of a thousand suns) and any/all manner of stories! I'll post about all of these things at any given time with little to no warning. Hope you like OCs!

Personal Tag List

hush frenchy - general talking tag, often used for whinging about personal stuff or excitedly ranting about my various d&d campaigns oc crap - general OC tag, usually for ask games and for shouting into the void about my little play-pretend guys my writing - what it says on the tin. includes bits of drafts and finished pieces good things - my feel-good tag. great for bad days seven cities - writing project tag, currently in stasis while I sort my brain out fortune's favor - campaign tag for my first and longest running d&d game. ongoing. currently playing: Valtish Ankara i need a curse of strahd tag - campaign tag for the CoS game that I'm in. ongoing. currently playing: Elowyn "Wyn" Bannon faerun's finest - placeholder campaign tag for my newest game. ongoing. currently playing: Patronella "Nellie" Callowmire the hupperdook crew - campaign tag for a former Wildemount game. on semi-permanent hiatus. played: Esme Marshcote

Specific OCs and tags below the cut!

OC Tags

(purple is general info tag, green is aesthetic/inspo tag! they overlap sometimes. sue me.)

D&D

valtish - the val tag - Valtish "Val" Ankara, tiefling battlemaster fighter/paladin of fharlanghn. sailor. (she/her) wyn bannon - the wyn tag - Elowyn "Wyn" Bannon, tiefling grave cleric. noble. (she/her) nellie callowmire - the nellie tag - Patronella "Nellie" Callowmire, gnome arcane trickster rogue. scribe. (she/her) esme marshcote - the esme tag - Esme Marshcote, gnome/water genasi astral soul monk. criminal. on hiatus. (she/her) the fizz tag - Mariella "Fizz" Ippkin, gnome trickery cleric of olidammara. acolyte. on hiatus. (she/her) luxus bray - Luxus "Lux" Bray, water genasi swashbuckler rogue. noble. currently not played. (he/him) zephyr - the zephyr tag - Zephyr, air genasi drunken master monk. noble. retired. (she/her)

FFXIV

tritchet pock - Tritchet Pock, lalafell DRG main with a little DRK thrown in for fun, youngest sister to the Warrior of Light and perpetual right hand of the former Azure Dragoon, whether he wants it or not. Currently in: Dawntrail. (she/her)

Dragon Age

alexandria cousland - Alexandria Cousland, human noble. Warden, Reaver warrior, powerless in the face of one (1) Crow assassin. mori ingellvar - Moritani "Mori" Ingellvar, dwarf Mourn Watcher. Warrior and rookie Dread Wolf hunter turned unwilling leader of the Veilguard. Like plants and cute dwarf women who tend them.

Original Works

alex sheffield - the alex tag - Alexandria Sheffield, 24, main protagonist and problem child of the Seven Cities cast. (she/her or he/him) tahir - Tahir, 38, veteran sailor and right hand to the little brat that turned his life around. (he/him) davin & finn - Davin & Finn (last name pending), 26, twin menaces whose main claim to fame is that they can fix anything that they break. (he/him) adelinna carrillo - Adelina Carrillo, 27, Spanish transplant to Santo Domingo who hopped the first ship that came into port. Fortunately for everyone, it was Alex's. (she/her) jonathan mauntell - Jonathan Mauntell, 32, Englishman in all but location, legend hunter, book lover, and absolutely, hopelessly gay. (he/him) myrine - ???? (she/her)

[lotusplum]

Feng family visits Mt. Komorebi + Chelsea's dad (Papa Moritani) for the first time