#uta imagines

[2dhimbo-mp3]

Naive Customer

Tattoo Artist Uta ft Itori! x GN Reader

synopsis: you had been wanting a tattoo for a while so a friend gives you a recommendation to a local tattoo shop full of ghouls (both of u are unaware of ghouls) — and your on your period.

warning: NO MINORZ. alternative reader, tatted reader, no mentions of y/n, mentions of blood & flesh, implications of pain kink/getting off to the feeling of being tattooed, implications of period sex/oral. accidental needle play? but not really at all????

You look down at your phone, reading over the address your friend sent you, then looking up at the building to make sure it’s the right one. A traditional Japanese sign reading “HySy Tattoos” plastered at the front. You then enter the building, the sound of jrock being softly played in the background could be heard, your eyes met with the sight of band posters mixed with different tattoo-work done by the artists in the studio. As you walk up to the register you notice that no one was there yet, so you wait a second until you see a girl coming up to the front. She was a pink haired girl, introducing herself by the name of Itori before asking you what kind of tattoo you’ll be getting today.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a tramp stamp for a while now. Thought I’d stop procrastinating already and get it.”

Itori’s brows went up in surprise yet her lips tugged in a smirk as she didn’t expect that from someone like yourself. She had also noticed something about you, something filling the air. Itori puts that thought behind her as she tells you about their best tattoo artist Uta, who’ll be doing your work today, she then gives you the general rundown of prices for it, before leading you along the hall to his studio.

As you follow alongside Itori, you notice how the walls went from a basic solid wall decorated in posters, to this plush deep red cushion-like wall in the shape of diamonds, with black buttons in the center. The music gets louder as she shows you to Uta’s studio, standing at the entrance, you let your eyes roam around the room, taking in the masks decorated along the walls. It wasn’t until you felt a sudden hand at the small of your back, that made you jump a little, you then look up at the androgynous male making the contact, noticing his tattoo equipment in his other hand.

“This the one getting stamped today?” His eyes were looking over at Itori’s direction, before looking down at your small frame like a wide eyed cat who was curiously observing you. Itori nods a little “mhm” in response as she just speculates you both. You couldn’t help but be a little thrown off by his lack of spatial awareness, as you notice the tattoo dancing along his neck, long black hair gracing his shoulders and even how cold his hand felt against your back. Uta could feel the warmth of your skin warming his fingertips, as he leans down slightly towards your neck, taking a small whiff of your distracting scent.

“U-um?”. You were a little flustered and confused at his sudden closeness. Uta could sense your meekness, your hesitance, this only made him chuckle and oddly smirk to himself as he removes his hand, before leaning back to glance at Itori sharing a knowing look. This makes the pink haired woman simply chuckle to herself as she just walks away, letting you two continue your session.

Speechless, Itori had already left your side as you were left just standing there gawping at the man. Uta had already squeezed past you since you were standing in front of the doorway, setting his already sterilized tools down. He then turns around to look at you unblinkingly. “So what makes you want a tramp stamp?” Uta questions as he grabs his pen and pad from behind him. He lets his red eyes roam over you, taking in your outfit. Quite the excellent choice for a stamp as well, he could tell you wore something to make it easy to access that spot.

His voice snaps you out your thoughts as you start thinking about all the cool badass biker woman you’d see with them in magazines, and even some of your favorite girl bands had them. As you explain why you want them, the consultation begins. Uta’s pen dances away as he draws out different illustrations as you two go over your inspirations and designs for the tattoo.

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After Consultation

“Omg wow”. You say as your features contort into one of pain. You wince at the feeling of the needle dragging against your skin at first contact. Nails digging into your forearms a little as you try not to squirm under the needle.

As you two had finally came up with a rocker design for your newly awaited tramp stamp, you were propped up on the tattoo chair comfortably as he started working on it. Uta focused on your lower back, just above that place where your low rise jeans sat at your hips. Your arms were rest atop of the cushiony chair, back arched against it so he could get a better view of the placement, you were manspread in your seat, shirt lifted over one arm so it wouldn’t get in the way of his work.

Uta’s eyes catches the tattoo peaking just right above your hip placement, catching that this isn’t your first merry-go-round, yet you still couldn’t handle the pain. You reacted nicely to it though, enjoying the sounds you make. “Not your first tattoo is it?” Uta asks about your tattoo to distract your mind from the feeling as he leans in a little closer to your lower back, holding his hand steady to make sure he’s getting his line’s right.

“No. I’ve got one on my hip another on my thigh, it just never gets easier depending on the placement.”

“Well aren’t you the daring type.” He teases. He only played oblivious about the hip tattoo but to find out you had more in such disclosed places peaked his curiosity. Especially how you were laid out on his chair like this, naive to his kind it seems. You chuckle at his comment. “What about you? Your neck tattoo? That’s more daring than my tats I’d say. What does it mean?” You inquire as you remember the words displayed on his neck, but not the language it was in.

Uta thought about whether he should tell you or not before simply just coming out with it. “I can neither live with you nor without you. It’s in greek”. His voice was flat as all you could hear was the buzz of the tattoo machine fill the room. You weren’t expecting for the tattoo to have such a significant meaning, feeling like you’ve just gained some deep insight on him as a person, letting the comfortable silence takeover with the occasional sounds of pained whines and moans. A faint swirl of your red essence fills his senses once more, when he places a hand at your hip to keep you steady so he could get over this one part.

Uta was secretly struggling with concentrating on the tattoo the way he’d liked to. He’d noticed you the second you stepped outside the building, your essence reeking of something he was all too familiar with. Itori even sensed it, she knew it too. He was trying to ignore it, the smell of your heat, the coursing veins surging through his eyes, the curvature of your back, the fact he could feel your body getting hotter and hotter. the little noises you’d try to resist making everytime the needle would drag across a certain spot on your skin. he could feel every pulse every twitch of your sensitive body beneath his needle and it was awakening something more primal in him. like a shark catching a whiff of human blood.

You shouldn’t have came to a ghouls den on your red moon

The buzzing of the tattoo machine came to a stop as it could be heard being put down. You lift up a little confused wondering if the tattoo was finished, you were about to crane your neck back to look at him to see what’s going on until you notice he’s no longer behind you. Yet now stood tall in front of you, chin tucked between his fingers, guiding your head back up slightly to meet his gaze in front of you.

His pupils this threatening glowering red you’ve never seen before, it intimidated you. His sudden change in demeanor, that mischievous look in his eye, how small he was making you feel, like you’ve been caught like some unknowing prey. Uta slowly tilts his head to the side as you watch how his eyes linger over your eyes—your lips—to that pulse point in your neck then back to meeting your gaze again. “You know nothing of ghouls do you?”

“N-no what is that?” Your voice shakes in fear. But for some reason you couldn’t help but feel planted right in your seat, you couldn’t deny that you were getting lost in his eyes. Uta rubs your chin with his thumb before leaning in a little closer to your face, lips just inches apart as he held intense eye contact with you.

“How naive…” Uta leans past your face to speak directly into your ear. “You know— you shouldn’t have came here on your period, blood bag.” His voice was low as you could feel the chill of his breath against the shell of your ear. “Didn’t think anybody would notice the scent of that bloody cunt?” It was as though your flesh was calling to him. He moves down to your throat, staring at that pulse on your neck, watching how the blood pulses through your skin enticingly. “You outta be careful. You may just run into monsters who might wanna eat you.” He whispers. As if being drawn, he licks a long flat wet strip against that pulse point on the side of your neck, needing to feel that hot crimson blood beat against his tongue. “And what if I said— I’m one of those monsters whose wants to eat you right now?” Uta pulls back a little to take in your expression.

[pillow-anime-talk]

12 fluff promt for uta plz

# tags: scenario; current relationship; soulmate!au (tattoos); light romance; fluff; couple goals; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. uta {tokyo ghoul}

author’s note: hope u like it :) have a nice day/night!

12. “But we are not married.” “Then marry me.”

Punk music played at medium volume and spread throughout the building, and you jiggled your right foot to it while keeping your both eyes on the colorful magazine in your hands. From time to time you also glanced at your boyfriend, Uta, who was a few meters away from you, tattooing another client who wanted a huge red dragon across the entire width and length of his back. His concentration was really intriguing, and not even your warm gaze could snap him out of trance.

That’s why, after a few tries, you focused entirely on the thick periodical, reading about the biggest fashion bloopers of this month and dozens of romances in the world of showbiz stars.

{ ･ﾟ✧ }

After another three hours, Uta finished part of the tattoo and thanked his male client for staying in the uncomfortable position for that time. Together with a middle-aged man who had a black beard and dark eyes, they agreed on the last meeting, and thus the last part of the beautiful painting that was to appear on the right shoulder blade. They shook hands, wished each other a nice evening, and then Uta closed the front door to his small tattoo studio, which he had been running for years on his own with no other employees. He turned off all the lights, then returned to a room decorated with a tattoo table, several cabinets, special equipment and a trash bin.

There was also a small, dirty-green leather couch and a table with a glass surface. There was you on the sofa, clutching a magazine in your hands, though your eyes were squeezed tight and your mouth slightly open. The calm face and light movements of the chest spoke loudly about the fact that somewhere in the middle of Uta’s work you fell asleep, and the only thing that appeared in your sleepy thoughts was the desire to drink a cup of coffee without milk and sugar.

For a brief moment, Uta didn’t have the heart to wake you up because he knew your life had been quite stressful in recent days and you had a lot of responsibilities in your private life, but at the same time, he didn’t want your head to hurt after this short nap, or worse, your back and neck.

Before waking you up, however, he glanced at one of the hands that was touching the paper and smiled at the small tattoo adorning your little finger. The drawing showed a full moon; light streaks and lines were made with the utmost precision – the tattoo looked like a real moon that can be found in the sky. After briefly glancing at your finger, he looked automatically at his own left hand and the left corner of his mouth twitched. On his pinky there was a drawing of the same size – the only difference was that there was a tiny sun on his pale skin.

He sighed though, touching your soft cheek covered with gold highlighter.

“... Mgmhm...” You muttered something unintelligible under your breath, which made the man laugh again. “Uta... It’s your turn to... Y-You have to take our kids to school... Mhm...” You said a little more clearly, though your voice was still quiet, muffled by yawns and the desire to stay asleep. It was, after all, close to eleven in the evening.

“Kids?” He raised an eyebrow and the silver earring a bit up. “But we are not married.” He added directly into your ear, and you wiggled your nose, keeping your eyes shut.

“Then marry me.”

Surely you dreamed something nice – there was a slight smile and a huge blush on your face. Uta gave up and decided not to wake you up. Instead, he lifted your body off the couch with no problem. He had placed the magazine on a glass table a moment earlier, next to a small candlestick and a vase of dead roses.

You were already soulmates, and that meant the bonds of marriage. Nevertheless, the vision of you two with a bunch of children and then grandchildren, although too beautiful, did not have to be unattainable.

[tinukis]

day 5 - little brother

so incredibly self indulgent but yeah anyway... little brother w his three older brothers

(please more asl + uta/asul bros please)

[portgasdbru]

being mihawk's daughter

just some silly stuff of reader being mihawk's baby daughter, feat. shanks, mentions of other characters (perona, zoro, crocodile, shanks, luffy, uta)

note: pepa = perona

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine teaming up with Uta to prank Shanks

You: hey, kid.

Uta: oh my god, don't call me that, I'm not a kid. What do you want?

You: [grins] wanna play a prank on Shanks?

Uta: ... But he's not home, he went into town to run an errand.

You: We can prank him when he gets back.

Uta: [rolls her eyes] Fine, I'm in.

Later that evening

You and Uta: [sunbathing on lounge chairs out on deck with ice-cold drinks and under an umbrella]

Shanks: Well, if it isn't my two favorite beauties.

Benn: [gasps and glares in feigned offense]

Shanks: [winks] Don't worry, Benn, you fall under the handsome category.

You: Cheers to that! [cracks open a beer bottle and hands it to him, but not before flicking the lid at him]

Benn: I'll just get my own bottle, I guess, I see how it is.

You: [laughs] Oh, don't worry, I haven't forgotten you, darling. [opens a beer for him and hands it to him]

Shanks: [chuckles at your antics, and takes a swig from his bottle]

Uta: [takes a swig from her own bottle]

Shanks: [notices that it's the same type of bottle and label as his beer. He glances over at you with that "angry dad" look.]

You: what's up, buddy?

Shanks: [snatches the bottle from Uta's hands and holds it up.] Giving my daughter alcohol, really?

You: [grins at him]

Uta: [Starts to giggle]

Shanks: what's so fucking funny? Benn, back me up.

Benn: [catches on to your mischief and smiles while shaking his head] Smell it, boss.

Shanks: what?

Benn: sniff the bottle, dumbass.

Shanks: [sniffs it and realizes it's just apple juice in a rinsed-out beer bottle] Oh.

Uta: Gotcha!

You: It took you too long to realize you were being tricked.

Shanks: [feels relieved and hands Uta back her drink] Yeah, you guys really had me there for a second.

You: You must be going soft in the head, thinking that I'd give her beer? I've always been more responsible than you. And don't you ever forget it.

Uta: yeah, bitch. [snaps her fingers]

Benn: {gives Uta a pointed, but subtle side-eye to warn her to roll back the sass]

Uta: [clears her throat and returns to drinking her juice]

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[shanksxbuggy]

Uta: Shanks, how do I get revenge on my enemies? Shanks: The best revenge in life is letting go and living well :)

Uta:

Uta: Buggy, how do I -

Buggy: Bomb.

[specialagentlokitty]

Uta x reader - a bit oblivious

i saw that ur requests were open… could i please request a tokyo ghoul uta x reader in which uta is hardcore pining for the reader who is totally oblivious?? like we all know uta’s emotionally constipated so just IMAGINE him tryna rizz reader up only for them to not even notice ty!! have a wonderful rest of ur day!! Hope that make sense x - Anon💜

Sitting in the cafe, you happily sipped at your drink as you scrolled through your laptop, looking through what you had been working on.

The chair in front of you moved, and you smiled a little bit.

“Hey Uta.”

“Hello.”

He sat down, setting a cup in front of you and a plate with a sandwich on.

“Oh, thanks. What time is it?”

He didn’t reply, instead he leant his back against the wall, and you set your laptop aside so you could eat your food.

“I want to make you a mask.”

“I don’t need one.”

“Perhaps not, but I still want to make you one.”

You smiled at him.

“Still don’t need one Uta.”

He turned to you, resting his chin on his hand, eyes just peering at you under his sunglasses.

“You also don’t like it here.”

“I go out sometimes, when there is something interesting nearby.”

“Oh is it the one eyed boy? I’m doing a story on him, they’re calling him eyepatch.”

Uta lowered his glasses a little at you, staring for a few seconds before he pushed them back up, going back to resting his chin on his hand.

“Intriguing, but not nearly enough. Though he is fun to mess with, very easily scared. Do you get scared easy (Y/N)?”

“I wouldn’t be sat in here if I did.”

He leant forward a little, leaning over the table.

“Do I scare you…?” He whispered.

You glanced around before turning back to him.

“You’re not scary at all.”

He huffed a little, dropping back into his chair.

“Not even a little?” He hummed.

“Nope.”

He watched you in silence for a few minutes.

You went back in your laptop, saving the work you had done before closing it, putting it back into your bag before turning back to him.

“Let’s go.”

He picked up your bag and you laughed a little, getting up so you could follow him.

You made sure to say goodbye to everybody before leaving the cafe, and Uta began to lead the way back to his studio.

“Oh! Oh! Can we go to the shopping centre?!”

Uta furrowed his brows at you as he stopped walking.

“There’s this sweater I really want, and it’s for a limited time only. Please Uta?!”

He gestured for you to carry on walking and you grinned at him as you did.

Uta didn’t speak much while you were out, he just followed along behind you, letting you drag him to where you wanted to go before you finally made it to his shop.

He set your bag by his workstation, and he jumped on it, leaning back on his hands as you watched you inspect the masks.

You picked one up, placing it over your face and turned to look at him.

“That isn’t your style.”

“But it’s cute.”

He laid down, reaching over his head he picked one up and held it out to you.

Padding over you picked it up and looked at the carefully placed detail before looking down at him.

“This suits you, it has softer features. It matches your face and personality better.”

“You think?”

He sat up, face inches from yours.

“I know.”

You grinned, sitting next to him as you held it in your hands, still carefully looking at the mask he had given you.

Uta watched you, slight admiration in his eyes.

He had been pining over you for months, and yet everything he did seemed to go right over your head and he didn’t know how else to get your attention.

You were just oblivious to his attempts.

In a way he found it amusing, it was almost like a game to him at this point.

He was in no hurry to let you find out, he was going to let the game carry on because it was fun.

He snapped back into reality when he felt you take his arm, and you began to colour his tattoos in with some markers.

“You need more colour.”

“There’s no fun in that.”

You shrugged, grinning at him.

He said nothing and allowed you to carry on while he simply just sprawled across your lap, his red eyes just watching you.

It wasn’t unusual behaviour by far for him, so you didn’t think twice about it.

And he just liked being near you, this way he knew you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, and he could just watch

[mamoru-chiba-ua]

Inctober2024

Day 30: violin

[esmeblaise]

the key to designing any luffy is remembering that at least 80% of his closet used to belong to someone else, whether gifted, stolen, or repurposed the boy has never bought a single piece of clothing for himself

[beanghostprincess]

Ace: Make Luffy do it!

Makino: But... Luffy's not great with the customers-

Luffy: I'm good with the customers :(

Ace: Mmm. Not really.

Luffy: I'm great with the customers!

Sabo: He's autistic, he can't help it <3

Luffy: Yeah, I'm autistic!

Shanks: No, you're not autistic, Luffy.

Ace: How many- How many toothpicks, on the ground.

Shanks: Don't play this game again-

Ace: C'mon! Look- How many toothpicks?

Makino: It just involves me cleaning up toothpicks.

Luffy: A hundred????

Ace: No!

Shanks: A hundred?!

Uta: It's three!!

Shanks: There's three!

Ace: Okay, okay. How many now?

Luffy: Three???

Ace: No!

Uta: Ugh, you're the worst kind of autistic!

Ace: You can't even count.

[indigosuvi]

Telling Uta You're Pregnant

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 327 | Read it on AO3 | Tag List

“Uta, I'm pregnant.” You said to him suddenly one day. You didn't know how to tell him. You didn't know the right time to say it. The thoughts echoed again and again inside your head. It was bothering you not to tell him. You were going to, but you didn't know how.

He had been upstairs painting when you approached him and said the words. Uta remained emotionless. You didn't expect him to react. He never did show emotions. However, he didn't say anything or even seem to acknowledge you in any way. Which wasn't like him, or maybe it was, and you were overreacting. You looked at Uta with a worried glance, and you stepped closer to him. He applied a final marking to his painting before setting it aside and wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You didn’t know if you wanted to smile. You couldn't tell if Yta was happy or not. Your heart pounded in your chest. You had no doubt that Uta could hear and maybe even feel the hammering in your body. You looked away. You didn't notice how ever so slightly the corner of Uta's lip lifted into a smile. It was short and quick, leaving as fast as it had appeared. Uta looked at you and gently took your head and made you look at him.

“Really?” He asked with the same curious and interested-sounding tone that he always had when you showed him new things. You knew his curiosity was legit. There was also a hint of another tone that you had only heard a handful of times. Excitement. He was happy to be having a little him. He was also curious: Was it like the kitten you brought him home one day as a surprise? He didn't know the first thing about raising a child. He was afraid he might mess up. His heart fluttered in his chest. He didn't know what to do.

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Tag List: @stygianoir, @eli-chris, @hornybilingual, @ssbptigers, @metalprincessxoxo

[alexa-fika]

Lasting Memories (Shanks x gn!child!reader)

A/N: Yall I am so sorry, I thought I had posted this earlier today but I just checked and I was like wait I din’t , oops. I think I COOKED, PLEASE TELL ME IF I COOKED OR NOT, read this post to see what it was inspired on, cause I don’t want to make you read it twice if ya already know

Dividers by @/Saradika

“Captain, there's a kid out there; they said they want to talk to you,” Yassop said, entering the bar

“Hmm? Hardly a place for a kid to be” he said glancing at the bar him and his crew were currently staying at

“I think you’re going to want to see this one,” he said, grinning

“Well, let’s have a look, can’t leave the kid hanging,” he said. The captain stretched his arm out. His eyes gleamed as he took one last gulp of his drink, walking behind his officer until they came outside of the bar where a small child sat at a bench swinging their legs until they spotted him coming out of the bar

They smile, jumping off the bench and facing the Captain, their bunny-like ponytails raising in happiness

“Are you Captain Shanks?”

“That’s me. And are you the one asking for me?” He says teasingly before he bends down, coming to their level.

“Yeah”

“And what’s your name?”

“Reader”

“Reader, and how old you are you, Reader?”

“Six”

“Six, young lass to be wandering around, what can I do for you?”

“Do…do you remember me?”

Shanks pauses; he tries to recall this child, this face.

“I’m afraid not, but you look somewhat familiar.”

They grin

“You were always Closer to sister; she was older; I was just two, so back then all I knew was that you meant home, safety.

Shanks furrows his eyebrows in thought

“Im sorry, Lass, but im not sure what you mean; who was your sister?”

“You must remember better her better, your former musician, Uta.”

Shanks's eyes widen as he is hit with the sudden realization. Of course, he’d never have forgotten about his daughter.

"You’re…."

“Hi, Dad, it’s been a while,” they said, tears pooling in their eyes

Shanks is utterly taken aback by this moment; his jaw completely drops in shock.

"Y-you're really...I always wondered what happened to you, and I never stopped looking, either. Look at you; you were but a tiny lass always glued to Uta’s arms last time i Saw you"

“Uta told me that sometimes she had trouble getting me out of your arms; she always talks about you, especially after the music guy took over her; she keeps saying how you saved her.”

Shanks's eyes light a loud laugh escaping him after hearing of Uta’s fond memories about him.

"I can't believe it, all of this time I spent searching. . I can't believe my little lass found me instead”

“After the bad guy, sister has been taking a well-deserved break from all the craziness, and well, I was wondering if maybe I can stay with you for a while until sister charges up?”

He grins, scooping the small child up and ignoring their surprised squeal as their feet left the ground, turning around to his crew, who had by now left the bar to see their captain’s reencounter with his child

“Lads, we got a crewmate back; this calls for a celebration!”

They look up at their father, a smile growing on their face as they continue staring at his features. It had been a long time, and they were small the last time they had seen him; the features had become blurred over the years, but now there was no hurry. They had no need to hold onto figments of past memories that needed to be puzzled together just to have a vague remembrance of what their father look as now they would have the chance to create new memories, to wake up and see the face in front of them rather than in their murky memories

“Hm? Do I have something on my face, lass?”

“No, im just happy I found you.”

Shanks gives a bright smile as he sees his kid’s happy expression.

“So are we just going to stand out here, you little rascal? Come on then,” Shanks says, carrying the small one on his hip back to his ship.

“You guys have better start being careful from now on; we’ve got ourselves a child on board,” he said, glancing back at his crew. The smile On his face, betraying any serious tone he was trying to portray

“But dad is the reckless one,” Reader piped in

“Hah? What are you trying to say, reader?! Ask Beck; I am the epitome of responsibility, right Beck?”

“No.”

“Hey! Reader, don’t listen to him; Uncle Beck is just being silly!” he fusses

“Be careful around that one; take your eyes off him, and you’ll end up on the sea.” Lucky Laughs

“OI”

Im sorry for starving you guys, I just started classes so I’ve been trying to get ahead as I always do but eventually when I get ahead I will be much laidback so I will be more consistent ( Hopefully)

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

[iaxsl]

buggy 100% checks up on shanks and what he's up to, so imagine how he felt when he found out that shanks has a daughter??? (I don't think he knew about her before the events at Elegia take place) and because buggy is the queen of drama he must have driven mihawk (who has met uta several times before) and crocodile (who didnt know about uta but is secretly a fan of hers) insane trying to figure out whose child that is.

[dumplingprincessextraordinaire]

“What’s your otp? Come on I won’t judge”

My otp:

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Red-haired pirates Monster au! headcanons

This will be a headcannon because I was high and tired when I wrote it. Don't @ me. Also,

So Shanks is an Incubus because he's Mr. Horny-jail-lifetime-member, and he's got charisma and big dick energy for days. And I headcanon he has "fuck me eyes", no I will not explain.

Benn as an orc, Yassop as a harpy, and Lime Juice as a Dullahan. Uta would be a siren, of course.

Monster is a Wuzhiqi (a Chinese monkey demon,) the reason why is pretty self-explanatory. Bonk Punch would be a Cyclops.

Gab would be some sort of manticore, because he's described as having "lion-like" features. Lucky Roux would be a troll, not sure why, it just feels like it fits. Building Snake would be a medusa, or should I say, "me'dude'sa," because he's got really nice hair.

I struggled with Hongo, but I think he'd be some sort of sorcerer. It seems like it's the best fit for Hongo's role as a ship doctor.

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