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gloriaregalisblood · 11 months

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Angel for him

Warning: gentle reader; age difference; headcannons

Like a little girl who needs constant care. Leon's heart skips a couple of beats when he sees you looking like a little angel.

Somehow you reminded him of Ashley, although there were significant differences between you. Starting from appearance ending with character. But Leon finds himself unable to take his eyes off you.

You're like his princess while Leon himself associates himself with some villain who has his eye on you.

It's hard to have a casual conversation with you, but Leon finds a way to do it in the bookstore where you often go. Just strike up a casual conversation recommending you some kind of detective that you later buy.

Leon will unobtrusively ask about your name and shake your thin palm that looks so cute in his hand. His skin is a little rough and rough from the constant use of weapons, but yours is too tender.

He likes to accompany you home, because he is so calm that no one will harm you. Perhaps he will allow himself to touch your back when he says goodbye to you at the threshold of your apartment/house.

He will make compliments on purpose so that you will be embarrassed. He likes the blushing look of your face and the way you tuck a strand behind your ear, looking away after a compliment.

He's a real gentleman. He will not molest, say obscenities while you are just building a relationship, or strain you in any other way. Leon needs you to feel comfortable with him.

Small gifts in the form of souvenirs? Leone likes to see your smile on his face when he hands you the keychain he bought on his way home from a mission. Just a sign of attention to you on a weekday. Later it will be books, outfits, jewelry. Leon loves to give his angel gifts and feel how your hands close around his neck as a sign of gratitude.

The closer you get, the more he becomes attached to you. He likes to lie with you on the couch with the sound of the TV. He doesn't care what you're watching, whether it's a stupid show or a snotty melodrama. Leon will probably just take a quiet nap holding you in his arms.

He loves to bury his nose in your hair.

At night, he likes to hold your body to him. He has big problems with sleep since the days of Raccoon City, so he will just warm you up periodically by kissing your temple, cheek, neck or shoulder. Your serene sleeping appearance calms him down. Leon will sort through the strands of your hair while you sleep, glad that an angel like you paid attention to him.

Coffee or tea in bed? no problem

Leon likes it when you take his stuff. In fact, you look so cute in things that are too big for you. He just can't help but flirt with you.

This man just loves your hair. He will gently touch them constantly looking for different excuses: to do a head massage after a hard day; to help unravel a complicated hairstyle; a joint shower is what Leon loves most.

"My little angel", "Sweetheart", "Bunny", "Sexy", "Sweet girl" are the nicknames that he will call you and very rarely by name.

He has a difficult job that he hates to talk about. To return to your arms is like a blessing from above. Your concern for him puts him in order a little. Leon is even touched by how light and cute it has become in his apartment from all these souvenirs and soft blankets. It's like you filled his apartment with your warmth.

It follows that he will never be rude to you. Especially during sex. He will quickly study all your preferences and will be happy to experiment with your permission, but he knows on a subconscious level exactly what not to offer and what not to do if he wants to be with you.

All those pastel pajamas of yours make him smile. Of course, he knows that you have sexy underwear, but seeing you so homely causes him some hitherto forgotten feeling. It's a pretty nice feeling.

Do you have a decorative rabbit or an affectionate cat as a pet? Leon is not a big fan of pets, but he will allow you to take the pet with you when you move in with him.

However, he will have to pay more attention to ensure that your animals do not accidentally fall under his feet. Leon doesn't want to be the cause of your tears at all.

He's a fan of your cooking (if you know how to cook), if not, then it's not a problem for him. He's being paid too well to handle this little nuisance.

Do you have some kind of chronic disease? Leon will regularly take you to the doctor for examinations and buy you medications if you need them constantly. If you just accidentally picked up a cold or another illness, Leon becomes paranoid who will surround you with his care and a good doctor.

Most likely, he will be a little afraid of your age difference at first, but only because he is worried that you will feel uncomfortable with him. Leon doesn't have much free time and he is often not aware of current trends, but he is ready to listen to you when you tell him about something new and incomprehensible to him.

When he has a vacation, Leon will offer you to go somewhere with him. He does not mind lying all day both in the hotel room and in actively visiting all the excursions and facilities that interest you.

If you go somewhere together Leon always holds your hand. He will not show emotions, but he needs to know that everything is fine with you and you are not lost anywhere in the crowd.

Do you have any phobias? Leon is ready to protect you from any of your fears. Spiders, snakes, fear of heights or something else, but Leon is always ready to pick you up or just kill your fear (if it's an insect).

And comfort if it has brought you to tears for some reason.

You're his greatest asset, which he wants to protect from all the shit that comes across in his work. In his understanding, you are too pure and innocent to see this live, so Leon will never talk about his missions.

In fact, this guy dreams of a family and if you accidentally get pregnant, it will certainly scare him and make him worry, but he will not blame you for anything. In fact, he will do everything to protect you and the baby, and he is most likely the man who does not want you to have an abortion, at least without discussing it with him.

But in general, Leon is a supporter of safe sex.

He feels that he is responsible for you.

He is always on your side when it comes to any conflicts between you and a third party. Even if you are wrong. He will not allow you to insult or humiliate, but at home he will try to gently convey his point of view, which may not coincide with yours.

It will allow you to carry out beauty procedures on yourself. In fact, he likes it, he just doesn't talk about it and he will even remind you to put that white bandage on his head so as not to dirty his hair. It looks funny especially if he's waiting for one of your face masks to dry on his skin.

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vashtijoy · 9 months

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whose phone is that, anyway? character signature colours and yoshizawa's phone

There is a perennial debate over what's going on with Yoshizawa's phone. Isn't it Kasumi's phone that she's dragging around for reasons? What's even wrong with it, and why?

I have no opinion on the last two questions (other than that her difficulty communicating likely symbolises the things she's hiding from herself and others.) But I do think we can put that first question, of ownership, to bed.

First let's take a quick look at...

character colour coding

Most playable characters in P5 are assigned a colour, which is used more-or-less consistently for various things. For instance, their chat icons use them:

Their gloves use them. Makoto is the exception here with white gloves (perhaps because she uses fist weapons, so her gloves are always hidden?):

More to the point? Their phones are all colour coded:

Clockwise from the top: Ryuji (gold), Ann (hot pink), Yusuke (pale blue), Haru (purple), Futaba (green) and Makoto (dark blue).

royal trio: joker

The Royal Trio throw this nice little arrangement for an absolute loop.

First off, let's take a look at Joker. Silver phone (you may have observed it). No chat icon that we ever see to my knowledge, though it seems highly unlikely that he wouldn't have a red one. And indeed, his gloves are red. (as you may also have observed)

royal trio: akechi

Our resident Gemini, of course, stomps in with his steel-capped kicker boots and does everything twice. He's got two pairs of gloves, which match his apparent alignment (white or black, with his "day gloves" being black):

And his phone? Well, it's red (though the anime has it as dark grey, because, again, never not extra). Because, to this day, he's still playing hero—with the emphasis by now very much on "playing"—and part of him still wants to be the hero....

So Joker and Akechi have a reverse colour scheme going on with their phones: Joker has the silver/white/colourless phone that you might expect Akechi to have, and Akechi has the red one you'd expect Joker to have. Or rather, Joker has the "bad guy" phone while Akechi has the "good guy" phone, because he's a fucking liar and because each of them, to a greater or lesser extent, is walking that line between hero and villain.

As for his chat icon, it was grey in vanilla [source], while in Royal it was changed to brown. So: two sets of gloves, two chat icons, two phones (if we count the anime). Complicated.

what about yoshizawa?

Just like Joker and Akechi, Yoshizawa is too cool to be bound by any stupid dress code... pretty much. Her outfit is essentially girl Joker, and so her gloves are red, like his. Her chat icon is a deep purply-pink—more hot pink than Ann's, in fact, whose colour hot pink is!

It's possible her icon is meant to be red, but it's been shifted to purply-pink because a red icon on a red background would look bad.

But there are a couple of other things we can look at. And they tell us it's incredibly likely that the malfunctioning phone Yoshizawa carries through the game is not Kasumi's, but her own.

Remember that Yoshizawa's codename, Violet, is taken from her true given name Sumire—which means "violet". In Maruki's Palace, there's a cinematic of her with the real Kasumi during their accident, where both girls have umbrellas. Kasumi's is yellow—but Sumire's?

It's violet. And what colour is Yoshizawa's phone, when she pulls it out on 10/3, still believing that she's Kasumi?

It's violet. Violet for her true name, violet for her codename. Violet like the umbrella she carried when Kasumi died. This is clearly Sumire's phone, not Kasumi's.

Why is it broken? Still damaged in the accident, maybe?—Sumire is knocked flying. Unconsciously sabotaged? Space pixies? Who knows.

#persona 5 #p5 meta #sumire yoshizawa #the squad

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 10 months

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chapter xix – gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

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After the meeting of the High Lords, Y/N didn’t see Eris for quite some time. He was bogged down with his duties. And Y/N could only assume he was barely eating or sleeping with the amount of work he was dealing with. Her stomach sank at the idea of Eris not taking care of himself. Someone needed to make sure he was doing both of those things.

However, Y/N’s usual schedule of breakfast, training, and library continued.

But on this morning, Lucien came to her after training.

“Would you like to go riding with me?” He asked as Y/N drank water.

The Weapons Master had already exited the training grounds, leaving her exhausted and alone. Well, not really alone. For she had two of the smoke hounds as her guards and company still.

They now eyed Lucien wearily, not appreciating how close he was getting to their master's mate.

But Y/N’s eyes beamed with the question. “Really?”

Lucien tried not to tease her for being so excited. In actuality, he felt guilty for such a simple thing clearly bringing her such joy. If he had known that, he would’ve asked long ago.

He studied her current state. “Yes, really. Perhaps you would like to change before doing so?”

Y/N looked down at herself. She was covered in mud and dirt. And what couldn’t be seen, but surely smelt, was the sweat she’d released from all her training. There was even a few cuts and scrapes across her hands and arms from little nicks she’d received while sparring.

“Yes, perhaps I should clean myself up first…” Y/N mumbled as her face got hot with embarrassment.

Half an hour later, Y/N appeared from her bedchambers freshly bathed. Her hair was still wet, but braided. And she wore a riding outfit that Lucien was sure the handmaidens had helped her pick out.

“S-Sorry to keep you waiting,” Y/N quickly muttered, only able to look at the ground as she shut her bedchamber door behind her.

“It wasn’t long at all,” Lucien tried to tell her.

They hurried to the stables, which Y/N had no complaint about.

Two horses were already saddled and waiting for them when they reached the royal barn. A stableboy had both reigns in his hands.

“What’s this?” Lucien asked, pointing to a bow and quiver of arrows strapped to one of the saddles.

The stableboy seemed embarrassed and wouldn't look Lucien in the eye when he answered. “The High Lord demanded that Lady Y/N never go on horseback without at least two weapons on her saddle. I am just following orders, my lord.”

Y/N smirked and stepped toward the horse that was now very obviously hers. It was a stark white gelding, covered in muscles, but held a kindness in his eyes as he greeted Y/N.

“What’s his name?” Y/N asked the stableboy.

“Aengus, my lady.”

“Aengus,” Y/N muttered to the horse with a smile as she softly stroked his face.

The stableboy cleared his throat awkwardly. “The High Lord also stated that Lady Y/N is not to leave the estate without an escort.”

“And what am I then?” Lucien snapped.

Y/N chuckled as she easily lifted into the saddle. “Lucien, don’t start.” Then she turned to the stableboy. “That is fine. But may they remain behind us?”

The stableboy looked relieved at having her support. “Yes, Lady Y/N. Only five will be joining you. They will meet you at the gates.”

“And what is your name?” Y/N asked sweetly.

“Cian, Lady Y/N.”

“Thank you, Cian. We will be seeing much more of each other now. Perhaps I can help you brush the horses after we return.”

He smiled and bowed his head. “Of course, Lady Y/N.”

She leaned down to stroke Aengus’ neck. “Ready for some fun?” She whispered.

The white gelding neighed happily and stomped his feet, proving just how ready he was.

Y/N turned to Lucien, “They will learn quickly that they need to keep up.”

And then she whistled, signaling Aengus to make his escape. The horse quickly jolted into a gallop out of the gates.

It only took Lucien a second or two to follow, but even that made him fall far behind.

He hoped Eris didn’t hear about this little stunt, because it would be him that he reprimanded. Cauldron knew Eris would never scold Y/N for anything. Lucien couldn’t even imagine his brother so much as slightly raising his voice at his beloved mate.

——

Y/N looked to the right to see one of their Autumn guards 50 yards or so off to the side of them. A guard was placed the same distance in all directions of them, putting her and Lucien in their perimeter of safety. If anyone sought to hurt them, they’d have to go through one of the guards before ever reaching them.

Y/N and Lucien slowed their horses to a brisk walk.

“How did you know I would want to go on a ride?” She asked.

Lucien smirked. “Eris said you love horses.”

“I said that to him once, in passing, when he was still but a stranger.” Y/N shook her head. “Yet he remembers all my words as if they hold such weight.”

“Because they do,” Lucien countered.

Y/N ignored him.

“You know, if you let him get to know you more, he could remember more than just the things you say in passing…”

Y/N’s head whipped around to glare him. “Really? You of all people want to make such comments to me? You flee from your mate every chance you get.”

“That is not fair and you know it, Y/N. I tried with Elaine more times than I can count – far before you ever joined our ranks, might I add. She wants nothing with me.”

“And perhaps that is her right,” Y/N growled.

Lucien cocked an eyebrow. “That wasn’t your tune when you were unaware of having your own mate…”

Y/N halted her horse to glare into his eyes.

And he couldn’t help but feel guilty when she did it.

“Stay out of it, Lucien.” She grumbled before whistling, signaling Aengus into a gallop back to the Forest House.

Their fun had been ruined, all thanks to Lucien.

The guards quickly followed after her, not bothering to make sure Lucien was with them. But he already knew they weren’t there for him anyway.

——

Y/N cantered through the gates of the estate and up to the Forest House to find that Eris was saddling his own horse.

And there were nearly thirty sentries already mounted and waiting for their High Lord.

Eris immediately turned when she halted Aengus just a few yards from him.

“Where are you off to?” Y/N asked through heavy breaths. She’d pushed Aengus to his highest speed as she’d made her escape from Lucien.

“Visiting the surrounding villages,” Eris answered.

Then Y/N’s guards caught up. The High Lord glared at them, noting how they let his mate get away from them. It was obvious that would be discussed when Y/N was out of earshot.

“May I come?” Y/N blurted out before she could stop herself.

Eris blinked, evidently taken aback by her request.

“I promise I will keep to myself,” she added quickly, as if her very presence would be a burden to him.

Eris frowned, not at her, but at the idea that she could ever see herself as such a burden. “That will not be necessary. You may join me, if that really is your wish. Though I worry the day will bore you…”

Y/N beamed at his admission. “Oh, I would never find it boring! I have been wanting to see the villages of Autumn. I have read so much about them!”

Eris tilted his head. “Read?”

But before she could answer or mentally scold herself for saying too much, Lucien came galloping over to them.

“You are supposed to stay with her,” Eris growled.

“You try keeping up with her,” his youngest brother shot back with exasperation. “Cauldron, she rides like the wind.”

But Y/N ignored him, acting as if he weren't even there. And of course Eris caught it.

He ignored his youngest brother as he mounted. “We must leave now to make it back before dark.”

Lucien glanced back and forth between his brother and Y/N. “She’s going with you?”

“Yes,” Eris answered with boredom in his tone. “And you are staying here.”

If his mate was annoyed with his brother, then he would choose her side.

Lucien scoffed. But rode back towards the royal stables. Clearly he didn’t wish to accompany them that badly, for he didn’t even put up a fight.

“Is this some trick?” Eris asked Y/N quietly, so no one else could hear. “Do you intend to make your escape?

Y/N smiled and leaned toward him. “Guess you will have to wait and see.”

—

The Forest House was now just a small structure in the distance behind them. Y/N watched it get smaller and smaller before turning back to Eris.

He wouldn’t leave her side since they left the estate, choosing to ride right alongside her.

“May I ask perhaps a silly question?” She asked.

Eris nodded.

“Why do we not just…winnow to the village?”

He smirked at her. “It is a fair question. But there are many who reside between the Forest House and Falanaird. I wish to see how even the smallest homes are fairing.”

Then his smirk grew to a full smile that was almost mischievous. “Besides, the village would be in a panic if their new High Lord appeared before them out of nowhere. I thought it would be better to give them a fair warning of my arrival. By the time we are a few miles out, someone will have alerted them of my presence.”

Y/N grinned at him. “We are going to Falanaird. I have heard it is quite beautiful…”

Eris narrowed his eyes. “How do you know of Falanaird, little witch?”

Y/N felt her face heat at his pet name for her. If anyone else used it, she was sure it would irritate her. But coming from him, it only felt sweet.

But she remained quiet.

Eris persisted. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with your reading you mentioned, would it?”

“I have been reading about the histories of Autumn Court,” Y/N finally admitted quietly. “After training, I go to one of the libraries and read.”

“What for?” Eris asked.

Y/N laughed. “To learn about your home, of course. Why else?”

Before Eris could fully let that settle in, she sat up straighter in her saddle and pointed in the distance. “Look!” When he followed her gaze, she was pointing to two small fae children who were standing at the gate of their little cottage, staring at the High Lord’s traveling company with mesmerized expressions

When Eris locked eyes with them, they gasped in fear and ducked behind the fence.

“They are only little ones,” Y/N scolded when she saw that Eris had a dark look. “There’s no need to intimidate them.”

Eris blinked, realizing it was a habit that had been ingrained in him for centuries to intimidate any and all who looked upon him.

But he knew Y/N was right. What good would it be, having children fear him?

The High Lord let out a sharp whistle, and the entire company came to a halt.

He jumped off his horse and moved to a small wagon that had been trailing in the back. His reached into a basket. When his hand reappeared, Y/N realized he had grabbed two cookies from what she now realized was a wagon full of food.

Eris walked to the edge of the fence where the two young ones were hiding on the other side.

They slowly peaked over it when they heard his approach.

“No need to fear,” Y/N heard Eris mutter to them. “We are only passing through.”

With slow hands, each of them reached out to take his offering. And their eyes lit up when they realized what he was handing them.

They screeched, “Thank you!” And then ran off in a fit of giggles, surely to eat their cookies before their parents could find out and reprimand them.

Eris then returned to his horse as if nothing happened. And the company continued without questioning or even looking quizzically at their High Lord.

But Y/N wasn’t going to let it go unnoticed. “I like when you let others see your kindness, Eris.”

He refused to look at her as he responded with, “I only did it because you went out of your way to guilt me…”

Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh, yes. Of course.”

—

They finally reached Falanaird about an hour later.

Someone had clearly done as Eris suspected, and warned the entire city of their High Lord’s surprise visit.

Y/N saw the tension fill Eris’ entire posture as everyone stared. He couldn’t sit any straighter in his saddle. She could see his internal struggle of trying to figure if he should be stern and cold as their leader or break the cycle and lead with kindness and integrity.

They stopped to dismount.

“Hold your arm out,” Y/N whispered to him hurriedly.

He looked at her with confusion.

“They are scared of you,” she hissed. “Offer me your arm. Trust me.”

To her surprise, Eris did as she said. Like a gentleman, his left arm was held out and Y/N gently placed her hand on his bicep. She noted how thick and strong the muscles were there.

A red-brown haired male came to greet them.

“Lord Callum,” Eris greeted formally.

Callum bowed his head deeply. “To what do we owe the pleasure, High Lord?”

“I am surveying the cities of Autumn Court. Much has been ignored these past centuries. I plan to remedy that with a tour of my court.”

Callum didn’t hide his surprise at such a gesture. Then his gaze shifted briefly to Y/N. “I see you have graced us with the heroin that is your mate.” Then he bowed at her and greeted her with, "Lady Y/N."

Y/N gave him a shy but warm smile. But she promised Eris she would stay quiet and she was not at all versed in political conversations, especially ones at a royal level.

“Y/N was rather excited to hear we were visiting Falanaird,” Eris answered. Then he looked down at her with an encouraging look. “Weren’t you?”

Y/N nervously cleared her throat before saying, “Yes! I heard Falanaird is responsible for the best harvests in all of Prythian. I was excited to see the city for myself.”

Callum seemed to straighten with pride as such a compliment. “You honor us, Lady Y/N.”

“Let us discuss the needs of the city, Lord Callum.” Eris commanded.

Callum bowed his head and gestured for them to walk into the city.

“Make sure to keep that kindness in your eyes,” Y/N whispered to Eris when everyone else around them was distracted.

Eris’ face immediately softened with her instruction. But he kept Y/N on his arm as they were guided through the city.

Callum gave Eris detailed updates on various businesses and citizens of Falanaird. Eris rarely interrupted and when he did, it was to ask for more details on certain matters.

“And how are the crops fairing this season? I know with the last, there was some issues that my father had little patience for.”

“Aye,” Callum agreed darkly. “The eggplants and carrots are suffering. The creek used to direct water to the beds has been misdirected and we have been unable to fix it permanently.”

Eris frowned but nodded.

“What is blocking the creek?” Y/N asked suddenly.

“A giant pine tree, Lady Y/N. It then flows into a river that we have built an irrigation system for those specific crops.”

Y/N looked to Eris before continuing. He seemed both amused and curious as to where she was going with her question.

“Could you take us to it?” She continued shyly.

“The ground is muddy and no place for a lady,” Callum tried to warn her.

Y/N smirked before teasing him with, “Worried about getting mud on your nice clothing, Lord Callum? I will survive.”

They hiked through a nearby forest to get to the creek Callum referenced. Eris moved Y/N’s hand from the crook of his arm and laced their fingers instead to help her through the hills and mud. She knew he would never let her fall or so much as trip.

“We have tried to use fire wielders to incinerate it, but the wood is too moist,” Callum explained.

“I guess it is a good thing your High Lord is here then?” Y/N answered with a smile. Then she turned to Eris. “If I remove the water, can you set the fallen tree alight?”

Eris nearly scoffed at the question. “I can destroy it even without your efforts.”

Y/N laughed. “Then by all means…”

With the wave of his hand, Eris set the tree into flames. Even from their distance, Y/N could feel the warmth of it.

Through his magic, the tree was nothing but ash in just a few seconds.

However, the creek was still too low to move the water where it needed to go.

Y/N stepped forward quietly and then kneeled. She looked at the water as if she were about to have a conversation with it.

Slowly, she started chanting in a whisper. It was once again a language Eris did not know or understand.

But the water started rippling. He heard crashing of water in the distance, and a mini-monsoon of waves came rushing from the creek’s source, filling it up to the brim.

Callum looked on in awe. Some of their escorts even let out quiet gasps.

Y/N looked up at the sky.

Everyone stood behind her, but Eris was at her side. So only he saw when her eyes glazed over in white, like they had on the night they’d killed Beron.

She chanted again. It seemed to echo through the forest. Like nature was chanting back.

Thunder cracked over them.

And then the next second, rain started pouring.

Callum smiled up as the storm soaked him.

Y/N turned to him. “Hopefully that does it.”

“Thank you, Lady Y/N. You do not know the miracle you have bestowed upon us.”

Then he watched on as Eris immediately removed his cloak to cover Y/N’s head and protect her from the rain.

“Follow me,” Callum said. “There is an inn where you can seek shelter.”

Eris grabbed her hand again, hurrying them to follow Callum.

But when they reached an inn at the edge of the forest, the two of them were already soaked.

Y/N giggled from the ridiculousness, especially when she looked up at Eris to find how irritated he seemed about being wet.

Without realizing what she was doing, she stepped forward to brush some stray hair off his face and behind his ear.

“Shall we have a drink?” She asked his sweetly.

And just like that, Eris’ irritation disappeared and he smiled down at his mate.

He nodded and nudged his head at the barstools in the tavern that was the bottom floor of the inn.

His sentries were close on their heels, eyeing the patrons who had already been in the tavern upon their arrival.

“Keep your distance,” Eris commanded. “I do not need you breathing down my neck.”

They did as he said, grabbing tables and taking standing posts far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop on their High Lord’s conversation.

The bartender clearly recognizes Eris, but didn't let it stop his gruff and abrupt attitude when he asked them what they wanted to drink.

He slammed two giant mugs of ale in front of them, and then left them alone.

“I see you have more clever tricks up your sleeve, little witch.”

Y/N frowned a bit. “If I am being honest, they come as a surprise to me, as well.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since that day you found me in the woods…something new has come to the surface. Something…powerful.” Her brow furrowed as her eyes glazed over and she remembered her last days in Night Court. “I almost killed Azriel when we were sparring. I summoned a lightning strike and it almost hit him.”

Eris smirked. “It would have been a cause for celebration.”

Y/N pinched his arm. “That is not funny!”

But Eris’ amusement disappeared as he said, “I will not forgive him for what he did to you. You should have given him your wrath.”

Y/N stared down into her ale. “The wind said you threatened him when you found out he forgot about me. I guess…I guess it makes sense now that I know our…umm…connection.”

Eris watched her a moment before he answered. “Well, he would be dead if I did not care about how upset it would make you.”

Y/N’s face got hot at his confession. So she distracted herself by looking around at the tavern. It was cozy and the light was colored in oranges and reds, only being lit by a hundred candles and two roaring fireplaces.

“What are your thoughts on Falanaird?” Eris asked after a moment.

“It is beautiful,” Y/N answered immediately.

“It is no Velaris,” he pointed out. Then a tiny bit of hope sparked in his eyes as he locked gazes with her and added, “But perhaps one day it could be.”

“Or perhaps…” she replied slowly, “it will be better.”

Eris looked out the window as the rain pelted the glass harshly. “How long did you make it rain for?”

Y/N shrugged and looked a bit embarrassed. “I have not a clue.”

He laughed. “We could be here all night.”

“Good thing we’re already at an inn.”

Both their minds went to the scandalous implication of what she may have meant.

But then Eris remembered what Feyre had once shared with him, what Y/N had confessed to her about her past lovers. And he couldn’t stop the darkness from taking over his face. His grip tightened dangerously on his ale.

Unfortunately, Y/N interpreted Eris’ sudden shift as his disinterest in the idea of ever sharing a room with her at an inn.

“Why have you been researching Autumn Court in the libraries?”

“Library,” she corrected. “Singular.”

He narrowed his gaze. “You know what I mean. Stop evading my question.”

Y/N sighed. “I live here now, do I not? I figured I should learn about its history.”

“And you did the same for the Night Court when you lived there?”

She opened and closed her mouth. “Well…umm n-no, actually.”

Eris looked out the windows again. “Thank you…for your help today, Y/N.”

“You’re the one who burnt down that giant tree as if it were nothing.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he quickly told her.

Y/N swallowed, sensing that he was going to say something that would make her heart skip a beat.

“I find it…difficult deciding who I am supposed to be as High Lord of this court. I do not want to be my father, that I am sure of. But after centuries of wearing a mask…it’s harder to take it off than I ever could have imagined.”

She nodded.

Eris stared at her a moment before finally confessing, “I find it easier with you at my side. That is what I am thanking you for.”

Y/N reached for his hand, softly covering it. “Kindness is not a weakness. Just like cruelness does not equate to strength.”

“Even Rhysand wears a mask to control his subordinates,” Eris argued. “I have seen his charades at the Court of Nightmares.”

Y/N watched him with confusion. “But why compare yourself to him?”

“You have seen the headway he’s made as High Lord. His true court is made up of dreamers, not high-borns given power by birthright alone. He has assured female Illyrians have the same opportunities to train as males, and tried his hardest to put a stop to wing clipping. The citizens of Velaris do not fear him, they respect him. How am I not to compare myself?”

“That is his legacy, not yours.” She urged. “You have only been High Lord for a month, Eris. Give yourself time. You have plenty of it.”

But Eris said nothing in return, only got lost in his internal battle of self loathing and unrealistic expectations he has put on himself.

Y/N leaned forward. “Do you know why I insisted that Callum shows us the empty creek? Because I knew you could fix it. And what your people need to see is that you care – about them, about their cities. They need to see that you do not believe you are above their troubles.”

She leaned back. “So you go to village after village in Autumn Court, and you show them that you care.”

Eris could stop his beaming from her words. “You will come with me?”

Because what did any of this matter if she didn’t?

Eris was starting to realize he couldn’t do any of it without her.

“And when it is safe for you to leave?”

Y/N frowned at such a subject being brought up.

She nodded toward the windows. “It has stopped raining.”

One of his sentries approached. “High Lord, we should start our journey back to the Forest House before it gets too late.”

Eris reached into his pocket for coins to pay the bartender.

“Don’ botha,” the bartender spat his his thick accent. “It’s on the ‘ouse.” Then his eyes shifted between the two of them as he dried a glass. “For riddin’ us o’ that favver o’ yours. The both o’ yer.”

When they got outside, someone had already brought their horses for them.

Y/N tried to return Eris’ cloak to him, quietly handing it to him. The thick fabric was damp for their attempt at shielding her from the rain.

Eris took it, lightly blew on it, and handed it right back to her.

Y/N eyes widened in surprise when she found that it was completely dry and also warm like it had been sitting by a fire for hours.

“Keep it,” he instructed firmly. “The sun is setting within the hour.”

—

They were only 20 or so minutes from the Forest House when Eris saw Y/N’s head bob from falling asleep.

Her horse, Aengus, kept moving closer and closer to Eris, as if he was worried for his rider and was making sure Eris would be able to catch Y/N if she fell off.

She was in an exhausted and delirious daze. She could hear the conversations around her. But they felt unreal, like she was in a dream or sleepwalking.

“Should we move her to the wagon to sleep, High Lord?” One of the guards asked quietly, as if he feared waking her.

“That won’t be necessary.”

Then Y/N, half asleep, felt a tug on the right side of her saddle. A large mass mounted her horse and pulled themselves behind her in the saddle.

But she recognized Eris’ scent and warmth immediately, stopping her from startling and fully waking up.

“You were falling asleep in your saddle, little witch. And at risk of falling right off your horse,” Eris whispered in her ear. “Go back to sleep.”

His arms reached around her, taking her reigns and also caging in her body protectively.

And she did just that, leaning back against her mate and falling into a deep sleep now that she knew she would be safe from falling off her horse.

What she didn’t think about was that Eris could have easily winnowed both of them home. She would never put together that her mate finds any way to extend their time together – even if it existed as her falling asleep against his strong chest and he rode them home safely.

Y/N barely stirred when they returned to the Forest House and Eris gently pulled her from the saddle, landing on the ground with her in his arms.

His footsteps echoed down the halls.

“Cauldron, what happened?” She recognized Leonora’s worried voice in her sleep.

“She is only sleeping, mother.”

“The poor thing must be exhausted. Waking up at the crack of dawn to train herself nearly to the point of collapsing. Only for you to force her on a trip to Falanaird afterward.”

Eris sighed. “She insisted. I am going right to the Weapons Master after putting her to bed to tell him their lessons are canceled tomorrow. She needs rest.”

“Perhaps you should take the day, too.” Leonora urged. “Together.”

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Chapter XX

#gust & flame #eris #eris vanserra #eris acotar #acotar #a court of thorns & roses #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #autumn court #high lord #high lord of autumn court #lucien vanserra

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Hi I saw that your requests are open. Can I request a senku x female reader where he has a crush on an older tattooed foreigner who was on vacation in Japan when the world was petrified

I've had this sitting for a minute tbh, but mostly bc I didn't want there to be too many spoilers for anime-onlys 😭😭 mostly for how tattoos work,,, Don’t be surprised if there’s a heavy focus on language plot wise, I’ve been working on a lot of linguistics homework 😞

Anyways, hope you enjoy

Science Makes Age Complicated (Ishigami Senku x Reader):

Warnings: technically an age gap but also not (reader was once 2 years older than Senkuu, but now they're the same age due to time shenanigans), fem!reader, some language use (a few swears here and there), reader is American (RIP but it’s plot relevant), reader is implied to know an insane amount of languages (bc this is Dr Stone and it’s relevant to world-building)

"Think you can scrounge something up for her, Yuzuriha?" Senku parts the lush shrubbery for his friend, unresponsive to her obvious surprise at the sight before her. He figured it would go that way, considering how kept away the whole area is, but he'd rather start the spectacle with her big reactions instead of the loud and boisterous version involving the rest of their crew, "I'm more than sure you'll manage to make her something she's 1 billion percent comfortable in."

He'd considered this statue his secret weapon for the next part of their excursion. Well, that would be his explanation as to why he'd waited so long to unveil her and finally free her from her encasement. Really, he could never find the proper time to finally revive her, especially when every time it would feel right to, something else would arise that would require them to use the revival fluid for someone else.

When talks of traveling to the Americas came up, he knew it'd be the perfect time to properly reveal her and, hopefully, ease her into their current predicament. While Gen is a great diplomat, thew mentalist isn't exactly fluent in as many languages as the girl in the statue before them. Even more, if they are to run into more people (which they very likely are), it's better to have at least two representatives to talk things over. That's going to be his reasoning, anyway.

Deep down, he's a little nervous to finally see her again, especially now that he's technically older than her by a few months at least. The last time they'd seen each other had been the day before the petrification light, the two decided to spend time with each other before he went back to school. She was visiting Japan for a bit, a trip she'd planned to make at least once a year since the two had officially met in person while he had been in America. Back then, she'd been 17 to his 15, owning an American driver's license and a tattoo sleeve that left many of the older members of society scandalized.

"I don't think she's going to take being younger than us well," Yuzuriha mentions as she finishes up sewing the outfit she'd made for (Y/n). She worked fast, wiping the sweat that had accumulated on her forehead once she finished. She takes a step back once she's finished, watching as Senku steps forward, "Especially when she finds out how long it took for you to bring her back."

"She'll be fine. I'm 1 billion percent sure she's going to be grateful for it," He responds, popping the top off the tiny vial between his fingers. He doesn't stop the grin from spreading across his face as he lets the contents of the vial drip from the top of her head. The two watch expectedly as it eases its way down her body, stone cracking and parting in its wake, “She’s going to get to visit home, after all.”

The stone falls from her body, the life slowly coming back into her (e/c) orbs as more of her skin is revealed. Her tattooed sleeve remains, now accompanied by the petrification markings on her face and other parts of her body. A wave of confusion hits her as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings, but her shoulders relax a little as she takes in the two familiar figures next to her, "Senku...? Yuzuriha...?" "Hey, (Y/n)," He immediately greets in response, an excited light coming to his eyes as ruby meets (e/c), "Looks like we're the same age now."

Yuzuriha flinches at his greeting, sighing with a shake of her head as she takes a small step closer to their friend. A nervous smile forms on her lips as she takes (Y/n) hands into her own, leading her out of the hidden away area into the light of the new world. She feels the grip tighten as (e/c) eyes dart around the surrounding forestry in an attempt to better understand the circumstances and environment, "We have a lot to catch you up on, but I'm sure if we ease you in slowly it won't cause you too much whiplash-"

"We don't have time for that, Yuzuriha. We still have to load the ship back up and travel to America," Senku waves the notion off, walking past the two of them and leading them back into the village. Neither of the girls miss the smirk on his face as he continues, unmoving as they gape at him like fish, "(Y/n) will catch up along the way."

He's bluffing, which they realize a little later when Ryusui recounts the plan to spend the next few days loading the ship and replacing the items they used on their last voyage. (Y/n) is assimilated faster into their new society than she can process, the rest of their group taking the basic information they're fed and working with it. Yuzuriha is eventually forced to leave her to fend for her own after a bit to attend to her own assignments and Taiju only stops to catch up for a bit (which is mostly him speed talking and making assumptions about how much she's been made aware of) before continuing to move along.

Senku doubts he'll ever admit it out loud, but he is grateful that they're the same age, even if he's technically older by a few months now. Standing next to (Y/n), who hadn't aged a day past the last time he'd seen her, was the reassurance he secretly needed about his own development. While his growth spurt, a result of the final pushes of puberty during the Stone Wars and roughing it during the New Stone Age, was the only difference he could notice next to her, (Y/n) had been hit with the whiplash of every other development.

To her, it felt like both a lifetime and a long night since she had seen Senku, yet he looked almost completely different and exactly the same. The remainder of his baby fat had rounded out of his cheeks, his face maturing nicely into that of a young adult, and he'd sprung up quite a bit in height. He was still lithe in comparison to Taiju, till thin and very much not built for too much physical labor, but he'd gotten a bit of meat on his bones to fill his arms out a little more. Despite that, he still looked like him, like the jerky boy she'd met by chance in middle school who would be the first person she'd show her newest tattoos to when she was 16 to get some kind of rise out of him.

Taiju and Yuzuriha were a further reminder of the weird passage of time, the two more developed in their own rights. He was beefier, still ever-muscular in a more defined way. His hands seemed rougher, but she didn't know if that had been due to the rougher circumstances or if they were always meant to get so rough with all the handy work Senku would put him up to. Yuzuriha had filled out a little, a few scars littering her hands from what (Y/n) could only assume was from her thread work she'd seem to consistently be working on since they'd gotten back to their stronghold. Her silky brown hair, which had once reached her waist and made a few of the girls from their school envious of its length, now barely reached past her shoulders in its bobbed shape.

She feels so out of place...

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The rush of information coming to people’s senses is always amusing to watch, but (Y/n) is taking a little more time to process than usual. Even now, a few days into her now being free from the stone prison, she still has more questions. They aren’t particularly scientific, more so just random observations that she really wants the answers to. She’s also hyper-analyzed the villagers' speech patterns, having them repeat their newer slang and pronounce random words in Japanese, English, and German (something they did not realize they were fluent in until she came around). In return, they ask her questions about the past (mostly Senku, Yuzuriha, and Taiju), the sleeve on her arm, and why the hell she knows so many languages already.

Senku can’t really be mad about it slowly down progress, he’s sure he’d slack off a little too if they didn’t have so little time to prepare for their trip across the sea. Neither of them miss the way their eyes longingly stare at one another, meeting a few times before either is dragged away by the others they’re surrounded by. It’s even worse that (Y/n) feels she hasn’t been able to get any time alone with him since they made it to the village. She’d been made aware of their plans once her confusion died down a little, even taking the time to freshen up on the main languages she’d be focused on for their trip and doing what she can to pitch in. Unfortunately, their different preparations would barely, if ever, cross over. Lowkey, it had been killing both of them inside, but they kept up appearances for the sake of getting things done.

She’d learned from Gen, who gave her brain a break by speaking in English with her, that Senku had kept her relatively well hidden. He’d visit her often, but no one had put together that’s what he’d been doing until now. Yuzuriha made it clear she’d only learned of (Y/n)’s whereabouts a little before they’d revived her. However, the brown-haired girl did mention that a few passing statements he’d made in the past were starting to make sense.

It took the last night before the Kingdom of Science would set sail again for (Y/n) to find time away from the others. Despite the various discussions scratching her brain in the best way possible in a new world, the dark blue of the night accompanied by the low noises of crickets and crashing waves gives her the solace she needs. While everything has mostly settled, or settled as much as it can, it's still moving so fast. To her, everything was normal yesterday and then dark for longer than she thinks possible to comprehend, "Maybe this is how Sleeping Beauty felt..."

"I doubt that," A familiar voice speaks up from behind her, the heels of his shoes clopping along the ground as he approaches. The gravel scrunches as he shifts to sit next to her, deep zircon-colored eyes staring out towards the ocean's expanse. He scoots a little closer to her, his head tilting as his pinky reflexively reaches to dig out of his ear, "Considering she typically is depicted to have been a young preteen when she first fell asleep and an older teenager when she wakes, I doubt there were many technological changes to throw her for such a loop, especially if the story takes place in a fictional version of the middle ages."

His eyes shift to peak at her instead, his typical grin filing onto his face. Somehow, they're one of his few features to remain the same despite his growing age. He's one of the reasons she's out here tonight, gathering her thoughts privately one last time so she can tuck them away to focus her attention more on to returning civilization.

Of course, she always thought he was good-looking, most people did. However, where they were turned off by his passion for science and technical engineering, she found it to be all the more endearing for his character. He had his pesty moments, but so did everyone else in some way. It added to his charm, "Didn't see you as the fables type, Senku."

"Had a friend who was super into literature. She read it in different languages to challenge herself," He teases in response, his gaze turning back to the sight before them, "Wonder where she is now..."

(Y/n) tugs her knees up to her chest, the irony of the comparison not lost on her, though made completely on accident. She pulls them closer, resting her cheek on them as she takes in the boy next to her, "Maybe she's trapped somewhere in a stone prison back in the woods."

She watches his chest rumble with his chuckle, a soft breeze picking up and spreading the smell of salt water. He's closer now, the smaller changes staring her in the face and taunting her. She'd wanted him this close to her again, just for the reassurance, but now... She kind of regrets it.

"I would've found her by now," He mumbles, the sound just barely reaching her ears. A fond smile slowly eases across his mouth as he returns his gaze to her, "Would've taken me a while to finally see her like this again, but I think it'd finally be worth seeing her again. Even with the circumstances."

"I'm sure she'd be grateful to see you again too, even with the circumstances."

#ishigami senku #ishigami senku x reader #ishigami senkuu #ishigami senkuu x reader #senku ishigami x reader #dr stone x reader #senkuu ishigami x reader #did not think it would get so sentimental in the end I'm so sorry #I tussled with how to write this for a year and still feel there's further ways I could've taken it but it already feels pretty long so #I may revisit this again later but I won't hold my breath either 🤧#also had this idea that reader was Senku's interpreter in America but I didn't want to get into too much spoiler territory with that idea #she totally teaches him some silly phrases in the different languages she speaks and does mix languages up to mess with people #he doesn't realize he's into her until she goes back home one year and they fight on her way out #I imagine her tattoos are different phrases that she really enjoys and maybe a few doodles here and there #also wanted to wait until Matsukaze was introduced so ppl knew how tattoos work post petrification bc I kinda didn't wanna spoil it

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nonobadcat · 10 months

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For @oklolnoty

Down the Rabbit Hole - Five Chapters - 20k words - Yandere Shigaraki Tomura x Rabbit Quirk Female Reader

Chapter Navigation: 1|2|3|4|5 🐇 Ao3 Mirror

Whole story TW: Noncon, yandere with kidnapping, severe quirk based discrimination, binge drinking, canon typical threats of violence (reader directed), canon typical death (nonreader directed), oral (give/receive), PnV (doggie), breeding, and expensive designer clothing everywhere.

Rating: 18+ readers only - Minors DNI

Chapter 2: Nomination - 3.4k words

TW: Drinking, quirk discrimination, Incel Tomura being a massive jerk for "reasons", author makes a Javascript joke but only understands html Special thanks to @krystalwithakay for laughing at the aforementioned joke and programming the much more complicated Javascript joke yet to come.

“You have a nomination.”

Plastering the bandage to the back of your bleeding heel, you slipped your pumps back on. Your manager stared down her beak at you. You blinked at her before rising to your full height.

“A nomination? I thought Azuma-san canceled our Thursdays permanently after that fight with his wife?”

“It’s another client.” Blue plumage fluffed as she whipped her fan open. “An important client,” she stressed, narrowing her amber eyes.

“So this is the ‘best bunny behavior’ speech?” Tossing a floppy ear back behind your neck, you pitched your voice an octave higher. “Okay! I’m super duper excited to meet him, Mama-san.”

The fan snapped shut. She cocked her head and beckoned you towards the front desk. You tailed her, watching embroidered folds of black taffeta sway back and forth with every calculated swing of her Coke bottle hips. With all the grace of a prima ballerina, she dipped below the countertop and headed for the towel warmer. “You’ve met him before. Briefly. Last Friday.”

Your eyes rolled to the creamy plaster ceiling as you wracked your brain. “But Usagi is back, right? Wouldn’t Tano-san rather have her?”

“It’s not Tano-san.”

A cold sweat broke on your neck as memories of a tooth-and-nail conversation slammed into you like a loose brick. You staggered under the weighty realization. “Wait… you don’t mean—”

Long tongs placed cozy terry cloth on a small silver platter. Leaning over the counter, she snatched your wrist and foisted the tray into your grip. “I don’t know what you did, but you’re the first hostess he’s asked for by name.” Her glare could cut iron. “His sponsor is very well connected and I’m running out of staff. Do not fail me.”

“Yes, Mama-san,” you agreed, shrinking under her heavy expectations.

Just past the ratty leaves of the money tree, slouched in the center of the entryway, the slender-man of Nyanko’s nightmares looked just as bored as you remembered. Poor posture ruined the flawless lines of his expensive wool suit. Dull eyes and a flat expression looked better suited to a mummy than a man of twenty something. His dry, shrunken lips only enhanced the impression. However, the moment you slid into view, he lifted his chin.

It was hard to contain a confident smirk as red eyes rolled over your outfit from top to bottom. The sight of a real, live bunny girl in a halter neck, sleeveless tuxedo shirt and black leather miniskirt slaughtered most men on sight. Though conservative compared to usual club attire (read: T&A: on display), delicate ruffles drew the eye to pearl buttons trailing between sculpted cleavage. Chunky Mary Jane platforms elongated your legs until they could stop traffic. Add in a flash of thin garter belts holding old-school silk stockings at mid thigh and the entire collection could be classified as a weapon of mass erection.

“Welcome back, Shigaraki-san! ♡” Voice stuffed into a falsetto, you dipped into a bow while holding out the hot towel. “I’m soooooo excited that you requested me!”

Hair bristling silence was your only reply. He lifted the wipe up using only two fingers. With all the enthusiasm of a robot, he washed his hands one digit at a time before replacing the cloth on the tray.

Ouch. Like smacking your forehead against an iceberg.

"Please step this way." You gestured to one of the open booths like a variety show host.

He shuffled past, paying less attention to you than one would pay to a stray soda can laying on the pavement.

You hoisted the brown, leather bound menu. "Would you like me to recommend something? There’s a super taste cham—"

He rested his head on his palm, long fingers denting his cheek. "Cassis Orange."

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“Oh, yummy!” you cooed, flagging the bartender for one of the sweet cocktails. “Most guys won’t order that drink because of some weird macho complex.” You leaned into your palm, mimicking his stance. “It’s nice to drink with a man who is confident in himself.”

Unblinking eyes stared you down. “What do you want to drink?”

Sake bomb.

You tapped your chin. “Um… I think my favorite is a mimosa with Dom Pérignon.” The tinkling laugh you faked grated on your own nerves. You glanced away, curling inwards to fake lady-like shyness. “Champagne goes straight to my head though…”

Liar. In this profession, drinking skills made bank. Champagne was pricey. Pricey drinks lead to better bonuses. A little white lie here, a coy seduction there and while he was chasing bubbles for a chance to paw you up, you could rake in the cash.

“—so I should probably stick with something like a—”

Sake bomb.

No. Stick to the brand. Frufru girly-girls drink frufru girly drinks. No man picks the adorable bunny to have her drink him under the table. Way too emasculating.

“—lemon sour.”

SAKE BOMB.

Shigaraki rolled his eyes. “That’s lame.”

Says the guy drinking the cocktail equivalent of a pink polka dot ribbon?!

You scratched your cheek to cover the wince. “Well, it’s what I can manage. After all, it wouldn't be much fun for you if I got all silly and clingy, right?”

Perfect delivery. If that didn’t make him order you a champagne, the man was a eunuch.

He huffed, scratching his neck. “That does sound gross,” he agreed.

Excuse you?! What kind of man comes to a HOSTESS CLUB and says “ew… I hope hot women DON’T cling to me.” What was he?! Afraid of catching cooties?

You flinched into a fake grin. “I-I know, right? I try very hard to manage myself so I’m fun to be around.”

Ugh. You needed a sake bomb.

Shigaraki’s bored stare cut through you like a knife. You whipped your head around, flashing the waiter the sign for a lemon sour. With a deep breath to soothe your ruffled fur, you turned back to your new arch nemesis.

Game on, crusty boy. Let’s show you what max level charm can do!

Sliding smoothly beside him, you dragged one calf up your thigh until your tight little skirt nearly broke public decency laws. His eyes flicked to your legs. You schooled your expression into a peaceful smile more relaxing than a shiatsu massage.

“So Shigaraki-san, Mama-san mentioned you have a mentor. What is that like?”

“Pretty much the same as anyone with a mentor I guess.”

“What type of things does he teach you?”

“This and that.”

“It sounds like a well rounded education then.”

“I guess.”

Give a girl something to work with, you tight lipped little snot!

“What’s the favorite thing you learned so far?”

He leaned back in his seat, eyes rolling to the ceiling. The edge of his lip twitched upwards for one heartbeat. “Not to judge people at face value. To always assume they’re hiding something.”

You giggled. “Well, that’s good advice. He sounds very wise.”

“He’s done a lot of different things over the years.”

“How eclectic.”

“Eclectic?”

Crap! You let your bimbo face slip. Dial it back. Dial it back.

“Just something I heard Mama-san say once. She says people who have many interests are eclectic.” You raised one finger and put a bubble-gum pop into your words. “I guess that means they have a lot of energy or something since it sounds like electric!”

Perfect. Now he can “well, actually…” you and feel superior. Men love that. Nice save.

“You’re lying.”

You cocked your head and stared at him with the bald-faced bemusement of a proper airhead.

He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the table. Red eyes bored into yours. “You used the word correctly. You knew what it meant.”

When the waiter set the drinks by your elbow, you could have hugged him. You broke off eye contact with Shigaraki, clasped your hands together, and let out an excited squeal. “Oh my gosh this looks so cool! They cut the orange in the shape of a star. How fancy is that?!”

The deadpan stare continued.

You inhaled to puff your chest before carefully placing the drink before him. Steady hands kept the sunset colored gradient exactly as the bartender had prepared it. Then, you gripped your glass, being sure to twist your wrist and show off baby pink nails with tiny glitter bows.

See crusty boy? Nothing here but an empty headed bunny doll made of rack and back.

“Toasties?” you asked, holding your cup up for the clink.

Never breaking his gaze, your client lifted his drink with his pinky out and tapped your glass as if the sound repulsed him. He stirred the gradient away before sipping his fruity cocktail.

With a long suck, you drained half the lemon-sweet mixer in one go. “Yummy!” you cooed, licking your lips. “How does yours taste, Shigaraki-san?”

“Apparently, not as good as yours.”

You rubbed the back of your neck. “Ah! How embarrassing. It’s been a long time since I met a guy like you. When I get nervous I drink more.”

Peeling lips cracked into an amused sneer. “Oh really?”

“Being with someone like you is so exciting.” You took another sip, glancing at him from under mascara coated lashes. “It makes it hard to hold back.”

He laughed. “...and therefore you’ll be blowing through your drinks pretty quick, wracking up a big tab at my expense, right?”

“Maybe…” you teased coyly, tracing the rim of your glass with one finger. “I mean, it’s your fault for looking so good.”

He snorted. “How do you say that stuff with a straight face?”

“Huh?” You cocked your head the other way and pointed at your underbust. “Straight lace? No, my corset is a criss cross.” You leaned forward, angling your torso for maximum ‘round mound’ effect. “See? It’s all back and forth.”

Shigaraki looked you up and down, the smile dipping back to a frown. “That’s pretty boring though.”

Boring? Oh screw off. You try holding up a one sided conversation, douchebag!

“You don’t like fashion? But you’re dressed so nice!”

“No, what I don’t like is—” he gestured to all of you. “—this. Whatever this is.”

Hair bristling, you sat back in your seat. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”

“The lines are pretty good lies but that—” he waved at the whole of you again “—is messing it up.”

Your throat tensed, leaving a touch of gravel in your voice. “I’m sorry, but you’re talking too complicated for a stupid bunny girl like me. Can you dumb it down so I can understand?”

Now the grin was back but it was… pointy? Yes. That was the best way to describe it. All sharp lines and shadows like some creepy monster hiding in the closet.

“I want that.”

You blinked at him. “Come again?”

He leaned forward. “That. You. The real you. Not the act.”

“Act? I don’t understand—”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t play stupid. I want the girl from the alley.”

BANG

In an instant you were on your feet, shaking hands flat against the glossy table top. Manicured nails raked the surface until the glass shrieked under your sweaty palms. The room went silent. Dark shadows obscured your face. With a crack, your head snapped up to reveal a mechanical smile.

“Shigaraki-san, I am having difficulty hearing you over all the noise in this room.” You jabbed a thumb over your shoulder towards the back corner. “If we’re going to continue our little chat I think we should move to a private suite. The champagne room is lovely for cozy conversation. There is a 200,000 yen cover charge and the first bottle of Dom Pérignon is included.”

Curious eyes from all corners of the room stared at the show. Good. Now that he was on blast, he’d have to put up to save face or shut up and clamp down on his prying. Your chest burned with bated breath as you awaited his response.

Shigaraki groped into his pocket. With a flick of his wrist, a black, leather wallet arced through the air. Wide eyed, you caught it with both hands. He slid out of his seat and onto his feet.

“Sure. I’m game for a bonus stage.”

You glanced down at the thick billfold only to see a hefty clump of 10,000 yen banknotes sticking out the top. Your mouth ran dry. Shoving the wallet back into his hands, you gestured to the bouncer. He bustled over, tapping his key card to the electronic lock. As Shigaraki strolled past you into the private room, you glanced back at Mama-san. Her inscrutable expression disappeared behind the fluttering fan with a sharp snap.

Welp, hopefully that meant she wouldn’t fire you for what you were about to do.

Beyond the tufted leather door, the two of you entered a shrine to leisure and pleasure. Mirrored walls reflected soft, glittering light from the teardrop chandelier above. Upon plush, red carpet, overstuffed sofas crafted from butter soft, ivory leather begged for only the most pampered backsides. On the far wall, a massive television complete with jumbo speakers and a full karaoke set waited patiently for any party sized two to twenty. Glowing copper trim on the seating matched the metal frame of the oversized coffee table. Shigaraki flopped down on the low-backed loveseat. The waiter carried your chilled champagne in on a silver platter before quickly bowing out of the room.

As the door clicked shut, Shigaraki draped his arms across the back of the sofa and flashed you a sneer. "Got something to say?"

Sashaying across the floor, you smoothed the sofa and took your place next to your guest. Graceful as a swan, you lifted the bottle and sliced the foil with your thumbnail. A few quick twists freed the cork from its wire prison. With a roll of your wrist, his flute dangled between your digits.

POP

The speeding cork grazed his ear.

Golden bubbles arced from the bottle. When his glass was nearly full, you twisted the flow to a stop. Leaning forward flashed him a glance at your cleavage. A naughty smile hovered just above it. You set the bottle by his elbow and stroked the stem of your glass like a porn actress.

"Fill me up, Shigaraki-san?" you teased.

He flushed.

So crusty boy liked it a little dirty, huh? File that away for future reference.

Your guest sloshed the expensive liquid into your flute. The bottle clanked onto the table. He stared at you with a raised brow.

With a sweet smile, you hoisted your drink. The delicate tinkle of crystal on crystal accompanied a syrupy salute. "Toasties~!"

You shot the champagne like a middle aged manager whining about his alimony payment. The glass hit the table with a hard CLANK.

"All right, listen up," you growled. “First, I’ve spent a long time pretending 'Miss Sugar-Tits' is my personality and outing me in front of the clients is a dick move. If my regulars see me act like this—” you whipped your hand across your face “—my happy tail doesn’t get paid and you better believe I am all kinds of nasty when I can’t afford to eat.”

Shigaraki sipped his drink with a vulgar grin.

You crossed your arms and scowled. “Second, what is your deal?! You’re bored with the girls, you barely drink the booze, and you don’t want to talk. Why drag yourself out here night after night just to be a massive jerk to a bunch of women who you are paying to suck up to you?!” You huffed and turned your cheek. “Heck of a fetish if it is one.”

“I need to level up my coercion.”

You blinked. “Excuse me, what?”

Cracked nails scraped his neck “Sensei told me I needed practice handling people I don’t like. Hostesses are top tier at that skill. It was useful to learn but pretty boring until I saw you whaling on that dumpster. Not something I expected from the fluff-for-brains bunny girl you pretend to be.” He folded his hands in front of his face, resting his pointed chin on top. With a smirk he added: “The part about tearing down society was pretty interesting. Do you call that ‘hare razing’?”

You grabbed a floppy ear and shook it at him. “I’m a rabbit, not a hare, douchebag.”

He leaned back into the chair, arms open wide. “Whatever. The point is that I like that version of you much better than the act.”

You snorted. “Well literally everyone else disagrees with you on that one. Trust me.”

“That’s because society values sappy platitudes over the straight truth.”

“And what truth is that?”

He reached for his glass, knocking back the drink like you had only moments ago. Though he wasn’t a particularly tall man, when rose to his feet and leered down at you, you felt oddly small by comparison. Something about the glowing gaze left you rigid in your seat. Your breath hitched. Scarlet eyes burned as they rolled over your face.

“That the game is buggy and needs a hard reset.”

You shifted in your seat, looking away from his searing stare. Shaking hands balled in your lap. Ringing filled your ears. Voices from the past cried out from painful memories.

“No need to push yourself sweetie. We’re just happy to have you be our team mascot.”

“Aw… look at you trying so hard. How cute.”

“Don’t act like such a prude. We all know how you got this internship.”

Bile bubbled up your throat. You choked it down. A weary scoff puffed from quivering lips. “Not wrong there,” you muttered.

He blew out a long breath, as if he’d been holding it. “I knew you understood.”

Shaking off a prickling at the back of your neck, you forced a laugh. “But I’m just a bunny girl. I can’t do something as grand as change the world.”

Your guest narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue. “Chcc. Boring.” He groped into his pocket, pulling out his phone. One glance at the screen and he shoved it into hiding again. “I have to leave anyway.”

Liquid rage poured through your body. “Excuse you!? What did you just call me ‘Mr. couldn’t-carry-a-conversation-if-it-had-a-handle?!’”

He raised his chin and sneered at you. “You’re boring when you’re like that. I’m just calling it like I see it.”

Sharp nails pricked your palms. “Oh!? Is that so?! Then, pray tell, when am I not boring?”

Shigaraki scoffed. “When you’re the real you.”

Bristling with fury, you stomped your heel. “Fine! You want the real me?! Screw it.” You jabbed a finger at his face. “You. Me. Paid date. Wednesday at 2 PM. 25,000 yen per hour.”

“Two? Isn’t that early?”

“What’s the matter?” A cruel smirk twisted on your lips. “Ain’t got the stamina?”

He scratched his neck. Red heat crawled across his skin.

You reached towards him, palm out. “Give me your phone.”

“Why?”

You rolled your eyes. “So I can put my number in it?”

He dragged out the device and tapped in the unlock code. “This better be worth it,” he declared, dropping it in your palm.

“I’m always worth it.” You zeroed in on his texts, stabbing in your number to the recipient line. There were only two words in the message: “crusty boy”. Pressing “send” so hard it nearly cracked the screen, you shoved the phone back in his chest. “What’s your first name?”

He squinted at you suspiciously. “Why?”

You put your hand on one hip. “You want me to spend the entire date calling you ‘Shigaraki-san’?”

After a long pause he muttered, “Tomura.”

You tapped the name into your contacts. “Got it. “I’ll drop you the details later—” Fluttering lashes accompanied a smile more sadistic than seductive. “—Tomura.”

His breath hitched as the warm flush tipped his ears.

You hummed, craning your neck.

His lips curled in a feral snarl. Snatching up the door handle, he nodded to the bottle. “It won’t keep. Finish it yourself.”

“How generous—” you licked your lips “—Tomura.”

As the door slammed shut, you giggled and picked up the champagne.

Maybe you could trade it in for a sake bomb.

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Spider Knight 7: Cat Burglar

Jaune was on top of a roof eating a sandwich while looking at the city until his scroll started to vibrate he would pick it up to see who was calling him he would notice it was nora so he answered the call.

Jaune: Hi Nora, is everything okay there in Beacon?

Nora: Ah yes, everything is fine here, I just called you to see if your night shift is going well and if you're okay.

Jaune: Well yuri told me to be careful because there are a lot of cases of thefts but the only thing I see and did was stop a little lady from being robbed and look, she bought me a sandwich!

Nora: Well, if the city is so calm and safe, why not come back here and rest?

Jaune: Eh, maybe you're right…

While jaune answered he would look and see a schnee brand truck being followed by a car with some suspicious figures inside so he would get up and put on his mask threw his webs on a building and followed the truck and the car.

Spider Knight: So nora I'm going to have to hang up it looks like the ''interesting thing'' is happening.

Nora: Hm ok but if the situation gets complicated you call me and I'll be there as soon as possible to help you!

Spider Knight would answer nora and disconnect the call and follow the two vehicles until they arrived at the vale docks. Spider knight hid in one of the buildings he had nearby and saw the strange car hiding in an alley while the truck entered the docks and went to a shed that had the symbol of the schnee family.

Spider Knight (Mind): Maybe it's members of the white fang or roman's gang who are following that schnee company truck but why are they following them?

Spider knight is looking around until he saw a figure getting out of the car a woman with long black hair who was wearing a mask that hid her eyes along with a tactical black outfit. Spider knight would be curious about such a figure until he notices her coming out of the alley and sneaking into the docks.

Spider Knight (Mind):My night is only getting weirder and more curious…

Jaune would disengage from the building that was supported and would enter the docks stealthily and see the mysterious figure on top of the shed's skylight and he would hide to prevent the figure from seeing him; Blaze cat would pull from his belt a device that would turn off all the electrical devices on the docks, thus turning off the robot guards and the fence gate, being able to let the mysterious car enter the docks; The car would enter and stop right in front of the shed and 3 figures with Xiong Family emblem would get out of the car and go to the shed gate, opening it and seeing that inside the shed there were several crates with the symbol of the schnee family.

Xiong Thug 1: So today is the day that that merchandise that Junior talked about would arrive?

Xiong Thug 2: Yes that's what he said and also the weapon we're looking for is in the biggest crate so look for it!

Xiong Thug 3: And the Girl who helped us what do we do with her?

The leader of that squadron would look at the two members of the Xiong Family and then at the black cat who was on the roof looking at them with a half sadistic smile, she would wave at the three.

Xiong Thug 2: Look, She helped us because of the payment Junior made to that guy Roman, We'll get the weapon and at the right time we'll finish off the human and say she died because of the police, okay?

The other 2 members of the Xiong Family agree with their leader's idea and go looking for the weapon until one of them finds a giant crate and it would open showing an armor reminiscent of a rhinoceros; While one of the members was connecting the armor, the other two were on guard and spider knight noticing that he saw the opportunity and approached until he was pulled by a rope and turned upside down and saw the mysterious figure in front of him.

Blaze Cat: Meow looks like I captured the great vale spider~

Spider Knight: Calm down cat lady I don't fight I'm just protecting private product.

Blaze Cat: The name is blaze cat and cats don't fight spiders~

Spider Knight activates the sword of his gauntlet, freeing himself from the straps and leaning on the wall, noticing that he would give a mortal being on the roof of the shed and spider knight followed the same, staying on top of the roof of the shed.

Blaze Cat: Wow spider, don't you remember the saying that playing with a cat always gets scratched~

Spider Knight: Hey, sorry miss, I'm more of a fan of dogs.

Blaze cat activates claws on his fingertips and goes up to spider knight trying to scratch him but he dodges and one of the dodges he throws his web trapping one of her hands but she breaks free tearing the web with the other claw and would look at him with a smile on her face.

Blaze Cat: I hope you don't get your goo in my hair~

Spider Knight: Don't worry, it comes off with ice or warm water.

He was dodging her blows until she caught one of his punches and brought her face closer to his with a malicious smile.

Blaze Cat: You know spider you have skills that nobody else has why not join me? we can make good money~

Spider Knight: Hmm and interesting but I might lose my superhero discount so no.

She let go of him giving a kick in his belly making him break the skylight and falling into the shed and Blaze fell together but carefully with the debris falling on top of the guard taking off that he was in the armor; Spider knight would look at the armor being turned on and she aimed the two cannons she had on her shoulders at blaze cat and spider knight and would start taking them out and the two dodged and used some crates as a defense.

Spider Knight: I thought these guys were your friends!

Blaze Cat: Well they're more like helpers but it looks like that one over there rebelled.

Spider knight's spider sense make him jump on top of blaze cat making the two get out of the way of rhino who left destroying everything in the shed with the armor.

Rhino: Sorry cat but your payment won't happen I already got what my boss needed haha!

Blaze Cat: Hey spider what do you think quick teamwork you can have the armor and the bad guy I'll just take my money.

Spider knight agreed with the idea of blaze cat and the two go on top of rino dodging his shots; Spider knight would launch his webs on some pieces of wood and throw it hard at rino making him focus on the spider; Blaze cat, seeing the opportunity, would grab some sand from his belt and use his semblance to make a glass bow with 3 heated arrows and shoot it at the armor's legs, causing the metal to melt, hindering his ability to move. Rino would shoot missiles that were attracted by heat and he would go in the direction of spider knight and blaze cat; Spider knight would look at arrows from blaze cat, note the heated tips, ask her to shoot one at him and she would shoot in the direction of spider knight who caught it making the missile focus on the arrow; Spider knight swings towards rino and throws the arrow and blaze cat will do the same. rino saw that laugh but noticed the two missiles hitting the armor in full making him fall in the street calling the attention of the police; A time would pass and rino was arrested and the armor taken to the laboratory of the city and spider knight was on top of a roof with blaze cat.

Spider Knight: You know you did a great heroin job. Why don't you drop those types of people and join the good guys?

Blaze cat heard that and would chuckle and approach spider knight and lift his mask a little and she would kiss his cheek making him blush and she would start running but before jumping to another building she would look at him smiling.

Blaze cat: I'm excited for our next date~

After she said that she would go jumping from building to building. Spider knight would just put his mask back on and go swinging towards the beacon.

Spider Knight (Mind): If I don't tell her what happened to me today, Nora is going to kill me.

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Post Credit

Blaze cat arrived at a shed where mercury emerald neo and roman were planning something she took off her mask showing that she was cinder and leaned on a table showing a group a tablet with a symbol of altas behind.

Cinder Fall: Well colleagues looks tall there are some interesting items that are being sent here because of the vytal tournament and one of them is a possible friend for us.

She would zoom in on a capsule codenamed ''V-635''

#rwby #rwby au #rwby crossover #marvel au #marvel crossover #spider man au #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #cinder fall #black cat #knight fall #jaune x cinder #spider man x black cat #knightfall #rwby knightfall

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Girls Night♥

(Lady, Trish and Dante x Fem!Reader)

Summary; Trish has never had a girls night– You and Lady are on a mission to change that. Dante is just being dragged along for the ride. Word Count; 1363 Warning; Some swearing but other than that nothing!

MASTERLIST🌸

When Lady bursts through your door like a woman on a mission you know it’s going to be a good day. Normally she comes to you with interesting jobs or even some gossip, but today she has something different to say.

“We’re having a girls night– you’re coming.”

No questions, no ifs, ands or buts. Lady says you’re going so you know there’s no point in arguing. You throw yourself down on your couch and stretch out your legs. “What’s the occasion?” You ask.

Lady lifts up your legs before sliding underneath to hold them in her lap as she sits down, all in one fluid motion. “I was on a job with Trish,” She says. “And we got talking while cleaning up afterwards– did you know she’s never had a girls night?”

Sadly, it makes sense. Trish doesn’t exactly have many friends other than you guys. Despite deserving the world and then some, being a demon tends to make friendships complicated. It had never really occurred to you just how young Trish really is. Sure, she looks like a fully grown woman, but in reality, she is younger than Nero– hell, she’s younger than Patty. A thought that thoroughly creeps you out.

It doesn’t take long for you and Lady to be on the same wavelength and within just a few hours, you’ve organised everything that you might need for tonight. Your arsenal consists of snacks, movies and face masks. You make sure to pick up a copy of Mean Girls when you realise Trish probably hasn’t seen it. It’ll do her good to immerse herself in some pop culture, you also broke out The Craft specifically for the occasion. You have everything all set up in your living room, blankets and pillows strewn over the floor.

You and Lady are buzzing with excitement, waiting for Trish to finish up at Devil May Cry and arrive. Something you aren’t prepared for, is Trish arriving with a struggling Dante in her grasp. You know he can break out of her grip if he really wanted to, and roll your eyes at his dramatics, fighting off a smile.

“So- uhhh, what part of girls night didn’t you get?” Lady asks, eyeing Dante up and down with confusion.

“It felt weird leaving him alone at the shop,” Trish confesses sheepishly. Your heart swelled, for a demon; Trish had more care for others than most humans. Not wanting to embarrass your friend, you grab onto Dante’s other arm and drag him over to the couch with Trish’s help.

“Well, I guess you’re one of the girls now!”

Dante allows himself to be thrown on the couch, it creaks in protest under his weight but thankfully stays in one piece. Clearly he realises that resistance is futile and sprawls out over all three seats, an arm stretching behind his head lazily– only for his relaxing position to be compromised by Trish, who ushers him into a sitting position so she can sit beside him. He huffs, making Trish smirk.

The two look extremely out of place in your living room, you think. Decked out in leather and weapon holsters. What they thought they'd need them for tonight is a mystery. You share a look with Lady, having to peer around the two taller hunters to do so, and you both seem to be coming to the same conclusion. Trish and Dante's outfits are not dress code appropriate.

Thankfully you have some of Dante’s old clothes in your closet from times he had crashed at your apartment after finishing a hard day's work. Lady wiggles her eyebrows at you when you announce this little fact, making your cheeks burn and a glare to settle on your face. Dante laughs and throws an arm around your shoulder, leaning all of his weight on top of you.

“Don’t get all embarrassed, babe!”

You laugh despite yourself as you fight to hold his weight, and fail horribly– resulting in you falling over. Dante catches you before you hit the ground and playfully twirls you back on your feet.

Trish just borrows a pair of your pyjamas, shorts and a top. You could literally dress this woman in anything and she’ll look like a damn supermodel. You've never seen her in anything other than her usual gear, it's surreal seeing her sitting on your couch in a pair of comfortable pyjamas. Somehow she still manages to look elegant in her positioning, legs crossed and arm leaning against the arm rest.

"So," she says, examining her nails, glossy and perfectly shaped as always. "What exactly do people do for a girls night? I've heard a few things but I figured pillow fights and talking about boys is a bit juvenile, and partying all night isn't really your style."

"We're just going to have a chill night together," You assure her. "We've got movies and snacks, and we're going to do face masks!"

It's not much, but it's the best you could do on such short notice when you're toeing the poverty line. Trish doesn't seem to mind, she seems more confused than anything. As a demon, she's never used a face mask in her life.

"What movies did you pick out? If I'd known we'd be doing this I'd have brought out my movie collection!"

A collection consisting solely of niche Chinese action movies and so bad they're good horror movies (usually involving demons or hell to some degree). And while you love Dante and respect his taste (you've watched all of those movies with him at least once) you want to make Trish's first girls night memorable. So chick flicks it is! Dante groans at your choices but doesn't argue, he's all talk and you know it– who doesn't like mean girls?

Applying a face mask to Dante is an interesting experience. He's borderline afraid to let you touch his face at first, but slowly starts to relax when the cool feeling of your fingers start massaging product over his skin. Trish has much a similar reaction, but lets Lady apply the face mask without complaint.

"What's the point of this?" She asks curiously. "It's not like I actually need to put much effort into my skin."

"It's not always about cleaning your face," you say, careful not to get any product in Dante's hair. "Sometimes it can just make you feel good to pamper yourself a bit."

Trish considers your answer with a thoughtful hum, "That makes sense."

You end up cuddling up next to Trish on the couch with your legs in Dante's lap, Lady is sitting on the floor with her back leaning against one of Dante's legs. You keep a running commentary during the movies, able to quote them word for word with Lady. Dante, even after all his huffing earlier, laughs at every joke and joins in.

Trish laughs quietly from time to time, but otherwise remains silent. You look up at her, worried that she might not be having a good time. You see her smiling down at you already, ice blue eyes thawed out. "Thanks for this, you guys," she says. "This is nice, I feel… almost human."

"Any time," Lady remarks before throwing a handful of popcorn at the blonde. "And shut up on that 'human' trash– we care about you anyway, demon or not, dumbass."

Picking some popcorn out of your hair, you toss it at Dante who catches it in his mouth and winks. "We should do this more often," you say. "Hang out without a job involved, we don't do that enough." To which all three of your friends nod their agreements.

It's around 3am when you fall asleep with your head resting on Trish's shoulder, Lady had come up to join you a while ago and is sandwiched between you and Dante. She nuzzles into your side, stubbornly trying to keep her eyes open.

Dante looks down at you three, some of the most important people in his life, and smiles. Trish catches his eye, "Are you glad I dragged you here now?"

"Yeah," He says, carefully getting comfortable with both you and Lady half laying on him. "I am."

~ 🖤

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zestingbloodorange · 3 months

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when the Barbie movie came out many girls & women were very excited for it including girls & women that are from the SWANA region but it got banned from the cenima in some countries. we were outraged and hurt that's including myself and others who disagrees with the movie from a Feminist point.

and what's heartbreaking to me and what has been making me physically shake from anger when i see or think anything Barbie and that time when it came out is that many girls & women were so excited about going to watch the movie thought it was something for them and got outfits and everything and it got banned for them or for other girls & women from the region and they fought for it they defended it and they were getting misogynistic comments and attacks over this movie.

and now they're realizing and the majority is young girls is that they would not be welcomed in "Barbie Land" this movie this story this space is not for them and people don't care about them or see them as a person and their suffering is only used for debates,gotchas,content,jokes and most importantly as a weapon against them as usual nothing has changed.

many "feminists" from the west were so quick to dehumanize these entire countries including the girls & women there rather than fight for them or being there for them as usual, and taking feminists who are majority poc criticizing the movie as a misogynistic attacks and would harasse them over it grouping them with the actual misogynists who hate the movie because it's "a hate campaign against men".

and now the same people are so outraged and hurt over two rich white women not getting an award nomination whilst they're silent about or encouraging the genocide of palestinians ignoring or encouraging girls & women experiencing the worst torture and dehumaniziton by the zionist occupation. and are completely ignoring the genocide in sudan completely ignoring the rape, torture, dehumaniziton and the killing of girls & women in sudan. not even taking the time to learn because it's "too complicated and confusing".

#feminism #feminist #barbie #greta gerwig #margot robbie #palestine #فلسطين #sudan #سودان #swana #zionism #racism #نسوية #genocide #misogyny

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a-flux-uchiha · 1 month

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I’ve been meaning to post these for a while, we’re not technically done, since I haven’t done Mikoto yet, but what can you do.

From top left to bottom right, it is Dot(Grimoire), Tenten(Tome), and Mai(Archive), then on the bottom it’s Ivy(name undecided), and Kushina(Kitsune).

The top three are the focus of Shuriken, Spikes and Swords, a crossover magical girl au I’m still working on, although it is fully planned out, just not fully written out.

Kushina and Mikoto were the generation before them, so they function a bit as mentors. I'm hoping to write out some shenanigans from when they were active. I've been meaning to get around to doing Mikoto, although I haven't managed it yet. I have a sketch for her, I just have to do it.

Ivy will be introduced in a second fic, something I had been intending to do anyway, just because it's been a lot of fun working on SSS. I had been intending to just continue with the three from the first one, however...I am not active in loz anymore, and that is very much on purpose, so I'd rather not have a fic still involving that. So, we're swapping Dot out. She'll just be moving away and Ivy will take her place. Ivy will be a couple years younger then Tenten, so just a year younger then Dot.

Please ask me about this au, I love it dearly, I have so much for it.

It got Long, so design notes under the read more.

Design notes going from top left to bottom right:

Dot: Her colors were a little rough since, well, almost all of her associated colors are already in Tenten or Mai. Pink, Red, and Teal all show up in one of those two. So it was a bit of a struggle to work that out. I think it worked out alright in the end though. Her design was originally a bit more complicated, then someone noted that her design was more complicated then Tenten and Mai's, so I ended up simplifying it a bit in the final version. She does have a cape, although it's rather hard to see. I swear it's there though. The bag at her side holds her magical item, which is a book, a grimoire you could say. It holds spells and potions and other such things. Her and Tenten were designed first, then Mai, so I could work out what things the two of them had in common and make them show up in Mai, since she had the least direction as she doesn't have any particular typical outfit from her anime. If you're wondering, the golden orb is magic and yes it's fully there to hide the fingers of that hand. We don't talk about that hand. Oh yes, please note the crown as well, that blue diamond is something you can note shows up on Tenten, Mai, and Ivy. It's a sort of team identifier thing. It's used when multiple teams of magical girls are in the same area, for something like a natural disaster usually.

Tenten: I settled on that hair option after it was decided to be the superior one between it and something similar but with braids. That one's probably more fun, if very Sailor Moon ish. Oh well. Her outfit does look very similar to one of her canon ones, which of course is on purpose, although note her forehead protector has the blue diamond on it instead of the Konoha symbol. She has a thigh pouch, and the bag hanging from her waist holds her magic item, which is a scroll similar to the ones she used in Konoha. When she's transformed it holds seals for all weapons she used in Konoha, when she's not, she draws her own seals on it, and those work like normal seals where she needs to put something in to take something out, as opposed to the transformed seals, which just spawn things in for her. There's a good chance I designed her first, since she's got the easiest design. You'll notice the waist belt system thing also shows up on Kushina and will show up on Mikoto, that is on purpose.

Mai: There was no particular reason for the boob window, Mai just wanted one and thought it was fun. Which, fair. It's mostly blocked by her hand in the drawing though. She's holding her magical item, which is a binder she writes in. She uses it to keep track of things, including the kinds of monsters they're seeing and in what quantities. She's got a couple other uses for it too, but that's the big one. She's technically a support type magical girl as she does not have magic from a past life, but she does still have magic she can use. Her specific ability is to briefly slow down time. She can't use it for very long though, as she doesn't have much magic. She's got blue diamond earrings, and if you're wondering, no one can pull on them, they're actively not technically attached to her ears. Not just a design choice they're actively not attached. Grab one and pull and you're just going to pull it away. It'll reattach itself when you let go. Notes I had when designing her outfit primarily were the skirt design, the lining of the top and sleeves, the gloves length, the bag, and the presence of the blue diamonds. Oh and the boots being like that. Her hair is held back by a headband, to go with the forehead protector on Tenten, and Dot's crown and hair bow.

Kushina: Her name is Kitsune, I'm sure you can guess why. She originally did have the long elf-like ears the others do, but after she figured out she could change her transformed state, she swapped them out for the big fox ears. It doesn't really matter as long as the ears aren't human. (Editor's note, here I realized while looking at my Ivy design that I had forgotten to do the long ears, and hurried off to fix that, this post has the proper version.) The whiskers on her face are fully because she knows Naruto had em in the other world, and she remembered his birth(and her death) soon after she became a magical girl. So there are very very few pictures of the times Kushina didn't have whiskers or big fox ears. Her magical item is the necklace, Mikoto's is also a necklace, although hers is a hawk. If you're wondering, Mikoto does have giant hawk wings, just because she could. And she should match Kushina. Kushina's actually wearing shorts under the green over dress.

And Last but Not least, Ivy: I lowkey almost forgot to draw the long ears on em. Luckily I remembered before posting this lol. Most important thing here and now: I'm going with a genderfluid Ivy! Mostly since I think it'll be fun. There is gender stuff going on with the whole magical girl situation, and while this isn't on display with any of the others, I figured I might as well get someone on board who could show off that side of this. that's mostly why I ended up picking Ivy out of all of my options for who would replace Dot. I'll just be using she when describing Ivy this time, but I'll probably switch it up in future posts. Ivy's one of the rare genderfluid magical girls who doesn't mind being active when they're not a girl, many genderfluid individuals who become magical girls are only working essentially part time. Whenever they comfortable with it. They're only found in teams of 3 or more because of that, so there's always at least two active magical girls. Actual design notes now: She's wearing kind of a variant on what she's normally wearing in the show, just without the jacket. Her magical item is Sora, although the slime only comes alive when she's transformed. Otherwise it's just a cute little plushie she carries around. She does have a fourth bag in the back attached to the belt around her waist, similar to in the show, and she can pull about anything out of those bags that she wants to. Similar to Tenten's scroll, they just spawn in the item she needs, although they are temporary. The blue diamond is on her bag strap, so still visible. Sora often hides out in the red bag, and is capable of healing large injuries, as well as smaller scrapes. Can and will eat bigger things now as well, although still prefers the potions Ivy can toss it. You will note that Ivy doesn't match Tenten and Mai quite as well as they match each other and Dot, that is on purpose, that's fairly typical for magical girl teams where one person was added later, since Ivy didn't become active at the same time as them, although they are her first team, she's technically considered a latecomer, which isn't bad. It's fairly normal for magical girl teams to switch up who's in them, especially early on when everyone is in college and early adulthood. Oh yeah you can note that her bangs are slightly off, particularly in the front, that is on purpose on her part, they look like Lattrua's.

#tenten #nametsu mai #dot #kushina uzumaki #sss au #magical girls #ivy #weakest tamer #sora #flux art

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Mini Mahou March Year 4 Week 4

Hey everyone and welcome to the second week of Mini Mahou March! You can find the main post for the event here X.

The Prompt for the week of March 23rd-29th is…

High Fantasy Warrior!

While Cutie Honey was the first Warrior, the sub-category was codified by Sailor Moon. These girls transform to fight, from stopping local punks to saving the world.

Often times found in color-coded teams, Warrior Magical Girls tend to have a specific brand of power, be it heart, singing, or sword. They almost always have a weapon, although that term is used loosely since it ranges from bow to bell. Outfits tend to be more complicated than those in other genres, but some of that may be more based on the eras of popularity and advancement in art techniques than ideal designs, although some girls don’t change their outfit at all.

Elves castles dragons magic gnomes unicorns armor banners swords sorcerery

I’m only looking for a visual character design, something as simple as a single fullish-body picture, but you are more than welcome to go as wild as you want with trinkets, backstory, information, alt outfits, all that good stuff. Also I say girl but girl boy nb other as long as it’s a magical humanoid gender be damned, thumbs up. (Also nothing 18+ please. Your characters can be, just not your art for this)

Make your post and tag me before end of day March 29th (11.59EST) and I will be re-blogging participants here next Thursday/early Friday, with everything tagged Mini Mahou March.

Some companies think the more trinkets and items a girl has the better, others think that the way a girl should transform is a boy.

Joan of arc magical girl for the...5th time? Dragon magical girl anime have happened before.... more armor damn it. Wait is this just magic knights rayearth? Eh good.

#mini mahou march y4 #mini mahou march #text #art prompt #magical girls

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rosewood-writes-and-reviews · 3 months

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My ideal female character types:

It’s the Month of Love, so I decided to just ramble and gush about the types of men and women I am attracted to in fiction. Ladies first:

The morally complicated badass lady. (From left to right: Juli Kidman from The Evil Within, and Naomi Kimishima form Trauma Center, Second Opinion)

Juli is a more recent example as I completed both TEW1 and TEW2 and to me, she’s the best blueprint for a morally complex character. Not to mention that she is attractive without having her design be trying way too hard to cause a boner like the typical bland skimpy bikini “outfit” with little to no substance. Plus she has a similar look to Helena Harper, and I already find Helena attractive, so seeing Juli only made it better. Also, the hair is magnificent. That aside, Juli working for MOBIUS and reluctantly doing their dirty work as well as being the MVP in TEW2 as much as that game gave me mixed feelings and saving Sebastian and Lily. Girl single-handedly saved a dad and his daughter all while taking out a corrupt organization like MOBIUS, how can you not love her?

Naomi Kimishima is also hella attractive. Whenever her levels popped up when I watched a playlist of someone’s Trauma Center playthrough, I would be excited because I loved her levels, her levels were my absolute favorite to play and because I love her design and her voice, like wow. Not to mention that she is one of the best doctors in the series. Not to mention that she briefly worked for the company that was guilty of spreading around the viral infection GUILT so that she could research the virus and get information on it. She even owns up to it and confesses it to Derek Stiles the other main character. She also gets bonus points because of the silver white hair and blue eyes. 👌🏽

Physically strong women with iconic weapons. (Left to right, Nariko from Heavenly Sword in fact she is my favorite female hero of all time hence my banner and Samus from Metroid)

Samus is a funny one because the only Metroid game I played was Prime on the Wii and that was it. I only know her because of Super Smash Bros. It was Brawl that revealed that Samus wasn’t a dude, it was a woman. And the way she looked in Smash Bros 4 and Ultimate? Best design. I also love how fit she looks. Fit and muscular women are so underrated it kind of makes me want to draw and write about more muscular woman. I can’t say too much about Samus since I only played Prime and did not finish it and I only played the Smash Bros games she appeared in, so that’s where this paragraph is gonna end.

Now Nariko, she is the best video game woman from the 2000’s. Not only is her design attractive in my opinion, but her personality and her strength are also attractive. The main focus was always on her strength. There were no gratuitous camera angles nor were there scenes that sexualized her, it just showed her personality through her dialogue and how fun the gameplay was. I love her determination, her protective and big sister-like nature towards Kai, and I love how selfless she is. Female characters like Nariko are now rare these days, which is sad because Nariko is a good example of what a strong female character can be.

I also just now realized that they both sport long ponytails, so that is a bonus point they both get.

The Ambitious Female Rival (I only came across this one that I liked which was Klara from Pokemon Sword and Shield because she is a toxic cutie):

When she was first revealed, I liked the fact that despite her cute demeanor, she was poison type and the fact that she was a DLC rival. By the way, GameFreak sucks for having her be a DLC rival instead of being in the main game! *ahem* Anyways, when I saw her design, I was like, “ooh, okay, I like it.”

When I saw her in the station with the Galarian Slowbro, I was like, “Okay, I like it even more…”

Then I get the DLC for Sword (because she’s in Sword), and she proceeds to be an arrogant, toxic, and ambitious rival who also tried to bribe me with better fashion picks for both the boutiques and salon. “I love you, you toxic and cute brat.”

I’m not kidding. That’s basically how I felt towards her. And then when she mellowed out, I was like, “Oh my god, can she get any cuter?” I’m glad that her toxic traits were slightly kept in after she redeemed herself and became a Poison type gym leader and I’m actually tempted to write content of her over on my A03 since I don’t see much content of her there that I like. She also doesn’t have a voice apparently, so I’m gonna make some voice claim suggestions in the future, but for now, in Sword, I like her. Her and Avery are WAY better rivals than Bede, like seriously, Bede can just retire as a fairy gym leader already, I just wanted him off my screen very quickly whenever I saw him.

And finally, the dominant and/or independent. AKA, Dominatrix vibes. (Left to Right: Bayonetta from… well, Bayonetta and Emma Frost from the X-Men comic series)

Bayonetta may cry not be a game I haven’t played yet, but either way, from what I have witnessed from her appearance in Super Smash Bros 4 and Ultimate, she does give me those vibes that she is dominant and independent, plus I love her sass in her taunts. The taunt feature is honestly made for her. And of course from clips I’ve seen of her (for research purposes) she can also be a troll towards this Luka guy who tries to make a move on her but it fails spectacularly on him. I also love her “if you want to learn how to talk to a lady, ask your mum” quote. That taunt alone tells you all about the type of character she is. Not to mention that she like the other women on here has a sexy design that doesn’t try extremely hard to turn the male audience on (because not every guy wants to see the one millionth skimpy bikini design on a female character).

Last is Emma Frost. I don’t read comics I only ever watched the shows and movies about comic book characters and I watch some of the information about said comic book characters on YouTube to learn more about them. With that in mind, Emma Frost is another recent lady I fell for and it’s because it’s both her design and character. Once again, a morally grey character that sometimes leans to the side of good, and she has cool powers and is intelligent. And as we all know, intelligence is attractive. I mean, she is a teacher after all. She is also protective of her students too, so that is another point from her. I really want Emma Frost to have her own movie, but then again, I know Hollywood is just gonna screw it up with cheap and ugly CGI for her diamond form and write her character so far off that they make her unlikable, which is a common mistake made with morally grey characters like Emma. So for now, in the movies and in the comics, she is great. Side note, I think Emma would look better with a platinum blonde hair color than the yellow-y blonde hair color, but that is a minor nitpick.

I know that the majority of these have been from video games so it’s weird to end it on a comic book character, but… 🤷🏽‍♀️

In general I’m attracted to feminine women. Feminine women are very attractive to me and I am also feminine. Hence why all of these women are femme than masculine, which there’s nothing wrong with masculine women, obviously, I’m just more attracted to the feminine girly ones.

The next one is gonna be about the guys + more women because there have been female crushes that also fell into the same category as those men.

#the evil within #trauma center second opinion #heavenly sword #pokemon #bayonetta #metroid #x men #ramble #rambles #fictional crushes #lady crush #hot ladies

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