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filthypen · 3 months ago

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Part 3/3 of this ask! All images made by the amazing @cowedeakamatsu! (Artist inspirations for the ai gen : fei, carmessi, rebis)

Day 7:

There was nothing on the report card, just a CD with the title of ''Shuichi's and Kaede's wedding''. After putting it on a player, a 16 hour video apears…

''Aaaah… do we really have to film this to Monokuma… god this is ankward…''

Shuichi and Kaede were sitting in bed, the room had a light red tint and was steamy

''Worry not, Kaede-chan! It will be so funsies!''

''Hehe… you sure have gotten used to these kind of clothes… anyway… we should get over with this quick…~'' She hold his hands, making him jump in place

''Kaede-chaaaaaan!~ So soft, so sexy!!'' He started swaying his hips as he went face deep on her tits

''H-hey S-Shuichi c-calm down! W-we are on camera!'' She hugged him as she looked embarrassed at the camera

''C-come on, say it, so we can start this, please please pleaseeeeee!~''

''Fi-fine heh… Shuichi… i must… confess publically, t-that i … love you… i've always liked you, and being here… and seeing how you truly are… is making me just fall deeper…~ So Shuichi… i want to be with you, from now on~'' Kaede was fully red, crossing her legs and hands on her giant chest

Shuichi just stood there, meowing

''S-Shuichi… are you o-ok?-''

''MEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW! I-I CANNOT H-HOLD IT ANYMORE, KAEDE-CHAAAAAAAN!~''

Quickly… his cat ears started to twitch, her grew a new cat tail. Kaede was in disbeief… h-he was truly showing his true nature! And when she thought it couldn't get better… his hips got a huge OOMF and… his thought just EXPLODED as he showed his meat… a 15ft long and 5ft wide hot, STEAMY cock and balls the size of a table, the tip of his cock falling on her tits~

''KAEDE-CHAN, PLEASE! MARRY ME!~~''

So this is what was happening with him… all this… he was trying to not reveal what he is… a cute, sexy, mega hung kitty boy~ She just left a chuckle, and smiled

''I would never, never have it another way~~''

You fast forward an hour, Kaede is currently squating, tits almost touching the floor and Catichi standing up wildly clapping his fat boy doughs as she is sucking all she humanly could

''NYAHHHH!~ MY WIFE HAS A GOOD MOUTH! CATICHI LIKES! CATICHI WILL MAKE SURE TO KEEP IT WELL FED!~''

''(G-GHCH! T-TOO BIG! T-TOO NASTY! I-I THOUGHT H-HE SHOWERED!~)'' She loved it, it was so overpowering… it just increased her love by 50000%!~

Next 4 hours, a messy paizuri, camera was pointing at Kaede's beefy cake as under her was a LARGE puddle of her cum, which she shoot more each time she bobbed her head up on down on his cock, her tits were exactly enough to wrap his cock and using his balls as handrest. Shuichi was just hugging his own cock while licking it with a massive tongue~

''I-ISH THISH SLURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP G-GOOD?~'' She said, taking that whole tip in her mouth

''A-AHHHHHHHH! N-NYAAAAAAAAH! WIFE'S TITS MAKE CATICHI FEEL LIKE A GOD!~ BUT WIFE'S MOUTH NEED TRAINING NYAHH~''

Kaede just gave an smug smile, and went even faster, making the girly bitch boy moan like the bitch he is~

Next 4 hours, already more than half the film done and he hasn't came a single time… versus the 2532 times Kaede has done~

''A-ahhh, p-please Kitty, d-don't go c-crazy…~'' She was in a doggy style pose as she clapped her fat cakery that Shuichi was mounted on~

''Rrrrrr…~ Catichi wont promise. Nyaaaah~'' As he said that, he kissed Kaede on the cheek and instantly went DEEP inside her pussy, making a huge bulge on it. Catichi moaned loudly as he just speed up, 10… 20… 50…100 THRUST A SECOND!~

''A-AHHHHHHH! W-WHAT DID I SAIDDDDDDDDD! B-BAD K-KITTY!~'' She grasped on the bed all she could, each of his thrust feeling like CANNON BALLS hitting her dough as he just meow~

It didn't toke long for the bed be UTTERLY DRENCHED by her cum and his MEGA THICK NASTY PRECUMMY, which splashed EVERYWHERE, even on the camera!

Hour 12 out of 16. They quicklu changed possitions, now Catichi on top of Kaede, burried on her GIGANTIC BOOB TRAPS as he went 1000 times faster on her her, his balls hitting her thighs hard~

''N-NYAAAAAAHH! W-WIFE BOOBY! I WANT TO USE WIFEY AS MY NEW BEDY! P-PLEASEEEEEE!~''

''A-AHHHH! F-FOR THE HONEY MOON, M-MY KITTY~'' She looled out a massive tongue to lick his face, it must have grown with all the LOVE~

Hour 14 out of 16, camera pointing at the full naked body of Kaede, covered in sweat and precum as Shuichi got her in a full nelson pose, the speed of his thrust making a blur and her tits jiggling at sonic speeds, until…

''N-NYAAAAAAAHGGGG!~ W-WIFEY! I-I CANNOT WAIT! P-PLEASE! M-MARRY MEEEE!~''

''W-WAIT! W-WHAT ABOUT THE WEDDING-''

''F-FUCK THE WEDDING! MARRY ME PLEASE PLEASE!~'' He lowers her so her can be face to face

''NYAAAAAAH!~ WILL YOU BE MY WIFEY, FOREVY?~''

A loud, deafening churn can be heard… as he stops…

''C-Catichi… i want… OF COURSE I WANT!~~''

They started sloppily kissing as Catichi started PUMPING AND PUMPING CUM~ Her belly bloated insanely as the rest just flooded the ENTIRE FUCKING ROOM, IN JUST 20 MINUTES, THE CYM REACHED THEIR KNEES, AND IT WASNM'T CLOSE TO END SOON, KAEDE COULD JUST MOAN AND KISS, MOAN AND KISS, MOAN AND LOSE BRAINCELLS, MOAN AND CUM

30 minutes left on the video… after the camera cleans itself, it can be seen that half of the room is flooded with cum, and the couple is laying on bed, Shuichi is now significantly less hung, face on her tits, tail wagging, sleeping…

''Shhhhhh… sleep well, kitty…~''

Kaede was still a bit bloated, cum all around her body…~

''Wifey Kaede will make you feel so good… i will make sure we will always, always be together in pleasure~''

She lools out her tongue and kisses him and falls asleep too… the last 10 minutes is just them sleeping, as the tape finishes…

After seeing, Monokuma decided to open the doors of the house to let them out… but they refused to leave, at least not so often, now they will be a happy, married and horny couple, forever~

#drakamatsu-r18 #drsaihara-r18 #dr ask

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ultramagicalternate · 2 years ago

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Alphabetical Character Encyclopedia

Here is the Alphabetized character encyclopedia. There will be spoilers throughout, so read at your own discretion.

Chronological encyclopedia

Master Post

Abezithibod

Abraham Van Helsing

Achasiah

Adam Frankenstein

Adelaide Sallow

Albert Dirks

Albrecht Schindewolf/Allan Erkstrom

Alfonso Pari

Amadeus Briggs

Amanda Briggs

Amon, Duke of Hell

Andelin Sylvia Lillemor Lindbek

Andrew Gruell (The Ragdoll of Old)

Antares Briggs

Antonio Pari

Aoife Crawford (ULTRAMagic Devil)

Spiritus Magni Aphrodite

Asclepius, Son of Hermes

Spiritus Magni Athena

Auda Willfort

Aureolus Schindewolf (ULTRAMagic Disciple)

Bai’sin

Barna Schindewolf

Barry Esko Boyle (ULTRAMagic Hunter)

Baphomet

The Beast of Old

Beauregard

Berislav Briggs

Bethany Briggs

Bileth, King of Inferno

Blood-Wraith Raynot

Blythe “Witchblade” Finely

Boris Lazarov

Brendan Devilfay

Brenna Thompson

Bronislav

Brooklyn Langley

Brunehilde Skull Thrasher

Spiritus Magni Brutus

King Brutus IV

Buster Ash

Caius

Carol the Traveler

Charles Blackwell Ford

Chernobog

Claudius Alfieri

Cliff Steele

The Colossus of Old

The Conspirator of Old

Cordelia Willfort

Corentin Schindewolf

The Crimson Abyss

Cronus (ULTRAMagic Reaper)

Daniel

Darkness

David Livesey (ULTRAMagic Magistrate)

Deimos (Eustorgio, The Mage of Old)

Desislav Robles

Dionysus, Lord of Madness

Dolus & Iocus

Donia Albronda

Doppelganger

Dorian Lysere

Dragoslava Raynot

General Drazhan Thornefield

Dreamstalker

Spiritus Magni Drusa

Dunja Schindewolf

Ekaterina Moore

Elaine Gabriella O'Nessie

Eleanor Albronda

Duke Eligio Moretti

Ellen the Wayward

Empress Eliza-Rex/Eloise

King Englehart Schindewolf

Erika Storm

Sir Erling Vang

Dr. Ethan Luminate

Evan Dunn

The Evangelist of Old

Fausta Dracul

Faustus Ashman

The Fear of Old

Fenrir

Fianna Pembroke

Folkvar Haugen

The Forest of Old

Gabriella Pari

Gostislav Robles

The Great Unspeaker

The Grass God

Gratiana Arlotti

The Grave God

Grendel Bombastus Scarfe

Gustav Dahlberg

Hades, Lord of the Underworld

Hannibal Skull Thrasher

Hanzou Nagasawa

Heinrik Rofocale

Herman Lydon

Hermes Trismegistus

The Hunger of Old

The Hydra of Old

Ignatius Darren Ford (ULTRAMagic Infinity)

Inkblot Fischer

Karnage the Traitor

Katsuko Yoshinaga

Konrad Strobel (ANTIMagic Hex)

Kresimira Raynot

Kyu #9

Leif/Tyrant (The Dragon of Old)

Leonardo Hammond O'Nessie

Logan Bonneville

Loki

Lucifuge Rofocale

Ludwig Leichenberg (Rebirth - Red Suit)

Mable Acheson

The Madman of Old

Chief Magnus Scully

Mal (The Malformed of Old)

Marion "Tanya" Devilfay

Mary Pickford

Maya Athenon

Mayhem Highland

Spiritus Magni Maxima

Maximus Raynot (The War Machine of Old)

Mazatl Nakahara/Adrien Irons

Mercurius II

Milan Proch

Milosh Proch

Mira Ashman

Mizuki Kitagawa

The Monolith of Old

Morana Dracul

Morrigan Devilfay

Mortis Theodore Kidd

Nathaniel "Haunt" Fernsby

The Night God

Spiritus Magni Octavia

Octavius

Odin

Sir Odo Ash, Knight of the Unlight

Olivia Briggs

Orion

Ornias

Persephone, Lady of Darkness

Proteus (The Ocean of Old)

Quasar Sagan (ULTRAMagic Quasar)

Duke Radovan Raynot

Raguel

Randalph Theoprastus Scarfe

Razor Scully

Rebis

Regnault

Dr. Reynard Woodall

Richard Callahan/Rostislav Dracul (ULTRAMagic Richter)

Captain Roger/Spiritus Magni Manius

Duchess Rose Raynot

Ryota Tsukumo (ANTIMagic Inferno)

Saul Bonneville

Seishin Mikoto

The Screaming God

Shigeko Tsukumo (ANTIMagic Mania)

Chief Sigmund Willfort

Sirius Fractal

Six-Eared Macaque

Skari Willfort

The Sludge God

King Sten Haugen

Stolas, Prince of Inferno

Stolon, Duke of Inferno

Sun Wukong

Taro Miyazaki

Teunis Van Hautum (ULTRAMagic Ex)

The Red Man

The Taffy of Old

Theobold

Thor

Thora Willfort

Threrth

ULTRAMagic Thunder

Tiberius Philipus Skull (ULTRAMagic Scholar)

Timothy Finnegan

Torunn Craddock

Trevor MacQuoid

Trumna Wintergate

Tusk Willfort

ULTRAMagic Ultimatum

Umbra

Valentina Pari

Vexation (Ermenrich Denzell)

Victor Frankenstein

Vlad III Dracula

Vlad IV Dracul

Vladislav Velimir Dracul

Vlastimir Bartholomew Dracul

Voltage Tessla

Walter Nithercott (ULTRAMagic Walker)

The Watchman of Old

Weaver Craddock

Will-15

Wilhelm

William Ford II (ULTRAMagic Shadow)

Sir Wolfgang Bramson

The Xanthous King

Xavier Dufort

Dire Fairy Yale

Queen Yngvild Haugen

Zal-Rint

Zoltan Tenebrae Raphael Dracul

#chaotictempleknight #ultramagic alternate

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shardclan · 6 years ago

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“The penny-pinching curs would let us perish if it got them another coin!”

“They’re going to need some kind of recompense unless you want them breathing down Her Majesty’s neck until this time next cycle. You have to give them something.”

The subject of the Merchant’s Guild was hot enough that even Stellaria’s persistent thralldom was pushed from the forefront of her mind. However, she was much harsher and significantly less cool-headed than usual, perhaps owing to some sort of astral-related separation anxiety.

“I will give them nothing. Let them breathe where they wish, it’s Rebis’ job to uphold what is best.”

Caress curled her violet lips. Thralldom or no, Stellaria’s coarseness was testing her patience. “And it is your job, as literal Tribune of Shade-Damned Commerce, to promote positive standing with foreign merchants and keep our economy afloat.”

Rebis tapped her focus on the marble top for silence. “I appreciate you two returning to this topic so doggedly—” Polite words, they were stubborn as horn-locked melprins. “—But reparations must first go to livelihoods in Noon Point and to the restoration of the clan’s welfare system.”

Caress and Stellaria both shifted forward in their seats, Caress with far more effect as Stellaria was still bound to her chair.

“Without the support of the merchants there will be little chance of repairing the economic damage we’ve sustained.”

“Oh now you’re for supporting them?”

“I always supported them!” Stellaria snapped. “But I don’t think it should involve compensation!”

Caress punctuated her words with heavy slams of her pebbled fists. “They. Are. Merchants! What kind of support do you expect they’re going to want after two and half eons of lost business?!”

“Ladies,” Rebis said softly but meaningfully. “Recall that I was tutored under Saber and that I cut my teeth on merchant discussions when the guild tried to cook Telos for closing Thunder’s March due to the Outsider incident that preceded my hatching. I am prioritizing Aphaster City merchants, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to leave the Guild to hang.”

“Now. I value both of your opinions, but this isn’t a discussion that can be had fruitfully without the attendance of a representative of Trader’s Walk on site. So, for the 3rd time in as many days, shelve that discussion until we can have it fruitfully.”

The two women sat back in their seats with muffled huffs.

A gentle cough interrupted the discussion from the entry. Half the table rose, a bit stiffly and wearily, to its feet to greet Hart.

In his typical fashion, he nodded to them all and waved them back into their seats. Inside the half-circle, he regarded Rebis for the first time since her return. She looked good. Calmer and a bit harder. Truly and adult, and no longer his charge.

“You look well, my Queen.” He raised a carved chest with the emblem of Lightweaver emblazoned in gold on its center. “I’ve come to deliver your ceremonial garb. The clan has missed enough celebrations. So long as you are back, I thought you might not want to let Brightshine slip by.”

Rebis raised smiled. With Samhradh enthralled and lightborn dragons at too much risk, it fell to an Arcanite to praise the Light. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. “You thought right, that would never do. Shall we all take a break?”

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The robes felt made for her. Like a gift granted to her for achieving the status of Archmage. When this was all over, she would have new clothes tailored to incorporate it as a part of her royal garb.

“At penalty of re-opening the issue,” said Flaga, as Rebis settled back into her chair. “May I request that any external reparations the clan is able to provide at all be provided to the Beastclans?”

Rebis rubs at her celestine jewelry. The centaurs have had to work by night in order to be safe in the Summerlands, and they have not been able to utilize the area near House Perihelion at all. Unless they could turn things around quickly and recover the spring-planted crops allowed to go wild it would mean another famine year come winter. The previous one had already strained their relationship to tatters, it would never survive another winter like that.

“I believe that would be a wise course of action, in addition to physical labor assistance in the farming sector.”

Stellaria said nothing, but Caress did not look particularly impressed. “If we’re discussing agreements, what about the alcohol trade from Gethsemene which was halted due to inability to use the Sundew Falls as a port area with the astral having overtaken House Perihelion?”

“You’ll forgive me my skepticism, but have a single one of your districts’ clients has gone thirsty during this problem?”

Caress smiled and crossed her massive legs. “Of course not. But that is just the trouble. With Noon Point closed, merchants that didn’t funnel over to Feldspar have been watching the situation from Bramble Step. It is an entertainment district, not designed to hold thousands of squatters on a long-term basis. While they have paid well to drink my good wine, a low stock of rare drink is not an easy stock to replace.”

Saber coughed and leaned earnestly forward. “How could a woman with your funds and influence want for anything, especially given proximity to the Tangled Wood?

Saber’s well-known mild temperament spared him her more aggressive one. She knew without thought that he wasn’t trying to accuse or challenge her and answered him just as politely as he’d asked. “Darling, you’ve been dealing with practical and straightforward money concerns on Horizon’s Landing too long. No one buys alcohol like five hundred merchant caravans trading information in the absence of ability to set up shop and go about normal business. They have been ‘investing’ quite heavily in one another and in my richer patrons and that means my most wastelessly exotic alcohols are in the red.”

“Surely some of the merchants squatting there must have what you’re begging for,” Stellaria grumbled.

Caress took a deep breath. “Stellaria, my dear, your brain has been addled by Titi you thinks those merchants aren’t trying to charge me the highest mark-up they think they can get away with without insulting me.”

“Settle down,” Rebis said absently. She nodded to Azricai, who had been busily scribing the minutes of their days-long Tribunal due to Samhradh’s sulkiness. “I’m sure Gethsemene will have a mouthful to say about being off-shored since Wavecrest with a full cargo and an unpaid crew. Make a note—“

Rubranova yanked Rebis’ chair back and Nayvadius leaped forward, sword out and shield raised to deflect a strike.

Above him, the Umbra Wolf grinned in her feverish way. “Nice to see you’re in good health!”

“Same fi you,” said Nayvadius with his own grin, pushing her back. “Nah hard feeling, yuh? Me bed ah empty space fi fit you still.”

She swung her sickle casually at the far edge of the hall and flicked her tongue. “I mean if you’re inviting me, what’s the point if there’s no hard feelings~?”

“Stop flirting!”

The words didn’t come from Rebis. She was well past trying to force those two to be court-appropriate.

It came from Titi, who stormed in with Pistis and Phi.

Caress made a strangled noise and covered her mouth. “Oh my darling--!” She bolted from her seat. Pistis stepped deftly in the way of Titi-tet, seemingly unaware that Caress was running toward her.

She cupped Pistis’ thin face. “Dear heart you’re a mess! That brat has done you no good.”

Pistis gave a wan smile. “You’re being so dramatic, Caress. You sound like Generous. I’ve been fine and Titi has been a delight. I wish you had come to see me, you would love her.”

“I don’t want her!” Titi hissed, shoving Pistis and trying to no avail at all to shove Caress.

Even in her glamour, Caress was not a shovable woman, and looked down her nose at the shameless but pitiful attempt. She could crush Titi beneath her heel, but that wasn’t the plan.

“Move along you little terror or I will have Carnelian beat you with your own antlers.”

Half incensed, half terrified, Titi skittered away toward Rebis muttering something quite impolite about shadow dragons. “What are you doing here?”

“Running my clan,” Rebis said, laying a staying hand on Rubranova and re-settling into her chair. “Is there something you need?”

Titi squinted. Her mouth hung slightly agape at the strange calm in the room. She barely remembered Rebis, but this was not what she recalled. The person in her memories had been rightly crying in the dirt.

“I killed you,” she sputtered.

“You tried, yes.”

Bestealcian guffawed loudly. Titi shot her a dirty look and snorted in Rebis’ direction. “You can’t just come back. You lost! You’re supposed to stay dead!”

Rebis scooted back up to the table, glanced at the next order of business, and scrunched her nose. House Xanna was interested in receiving a report on the astral. ‘Report’ for them meant sending dragons who were involved to have their memories added to the Library. She’d have told them to eat dirt on principle, but they were offering payment. Very attractive payment, in fact.

“We’re in the middle of a Tribunal meeting,” she said, pre-occupied with just what that exchange might look like. “If you want an audience, it will have to wait. What was it I was saying before…? Ah yes, Azricai make a note to arrange a meeting including Caress, Gethsemene, myself, and the managers of all the primary liquor distributors in the territory.”

“As you say, your Majesty.”

“Stop it.” Titi snarled, her body going bright with a gathering light. “Stop Ignoring Me.”

It was high noon. As predicted, Titi had come at the height of her power.

She emitted a wave of light that was almost liquid. Stellaria and Samhradh wrestled with their bonds, suddenly agitated and nearing hysterical. The Tribunes looked away, but as the light waves washed over them they struggled against a rising compunction to look Titi’s way. To know her. To worship her. To play with her.

At the far end of the table, Rebis spoke: “Envision.”

She didn’t need the words any more than she needed her focus, but she wielded both. The pink ring around her eyes was consumed by the light of her vast magical power, and the high ceiling of the Hall filled with gilded shapes. Every eye was drawn up—away from Titi and to the shape that Rebis was weaving into reality above them. The form of it was near-impossible to make out, obscured in brighter and brighter light the longer Rebis focused.

The wings of a locust wrought in gold opened and Titi cries out in horror.

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT, YOU CAN’T—“

The envisioning of Lightweaver uttered a sharp and silencing howl. It did not speak. It was not truly her, but it was every bit as powerful as Rebis believed Her to be. Rebis’ capacity was greater than even Lutia’s, and her power was young and vital and near-infinite with the rising of Light and the recent blessing of the true Lightweaver. At that particular moment in time, during that particular alignment of events, that belief was not misplaced.

The light drew in, focusing on the astral with searing intensity.

Titi-tet was from a plane much closer to the gods—the astrals could perhaps even become as gods given enough millennia. But Titi had not had millennia. It has had a mere 2 cycles in Sornieth’s time since the Seat was moved and the Stones had gone to seed. There was not enough Light in her entire being to out-shine the envisioning, even though it was a mere copy. As the light grew sharper and brighter she was forced to look away and her body began to burn under the radiance.

Phi stepped in the way of the light to shield her, and Titi fled into a ray of noon sun filtering from the ceiling windows.

Caress stomped down a heavy heel. “Assombrissais.”

The panes of light magic that made the windows dulled and went black, revealing Titi’s fluttering shape as they shut the sunlight out.

Titi roared with aggravation. The shadow magic was infuriatingly simple. It had to be—Caress did not have any particular magical aptitude. But she was very well versed at making it exactly as dark as she liked with only a few carefully placed runes and a whispered word.

It was why Rebis had called her.

“Kill her, KILL HER!”

Saber moved from his chair to Phi with the lithe speed of an expertly cracked whip and pinned him to the floor. Pistis glanced nervously at Caress, who pushed her gently back to protect her from Bestealcian’s wildly swung sickle.

A wildclaw’s foot clamped over the coatl’s face, dragging her back and tossing her against the far wall. The Smoke Gyre splayed his wings wide and tilted his head at his student. “Sloppy, Umbra Wolf. I hope you’re prepared to be disciplined when this is all over.”

Beastealcian’s crest rattled, revealing her where she slithered along the stone arches. “I mean I have a date already but if you threaten me with a good time like that…”

A sizzling arcane bolt bigger than she was and quick as a shooting start collided with her and she fell like pigeon downed by an expert arrow.

Arcanus stood before the entry pillars, his glamour shed and his vast wings blotting out the light. A snort released a small gust of ozone-scented magic, and a shield raised behind him.

Unless she wanted to try bulldozing through him and the wall of his magic, Titi was trapped.

Rebis climbed light-footedly onto the surface of the table and stepped just as lightly down on the other side with Rubranova’s hand to steady her. The apparition of the Lightweaver made of her thesis spell dissipated into strands of light that encircled Titi and hauled her to the floor.

Gold tears fell from the astral’s faceted eyes like honey from a hive, but any sympathy was held at bay by the otherworldly snarl twisting her muzzle. That was not a face a dragon could make. The creature beneath was beginning to show.

“I have been told that you can stay here,” Rebis said slowly. “If you relinquish your power.”

“Why would I stay here?” Titi sniveled. “You hate me! You’ve been awful to me and I didn’t even do anything! I wanna go home!”

“You will. But even though I brought you into this world, you still have to stay and pay for your crimes.”

“Wh-what?”

Rebis held a hand out to Azricai, and received the scrolls. One was Lutia’s coveted spellscroll, which radiated enough Arcane magic to make the astral squirm and wretch on the floor. Rebis, safe beneath her white celestine crown, felt nothing. “Titi-tet the 15th, Astral of the Light on High, I sever you from the noon sun and bind you to Sornieth.”

The name of the astral glowed white-hot on the scroll, and in Rebis’ other hand, an unfamiliar breed change scroll opened.

“You can’t,” she hissed, and her voice was no longer that of a hatchling. “You cannot hope to bind me to paltry dragonhood!”

“Yes, that only seems to work for the astrals who let go of their power willingly. So we decided to go with something different.”

Rebis tossed the scroll.

Titi screamed as it coile around her. She was not truly a creature of flesh, so there was no true becoming. The pain came from being given true form, one that had to come into being rather than being altered to the magic of the scroll.

Soon the task was done and silence took over the hall.

Pistis made a sickly sound and Caress held her as she wept. Phi groaned. Stellaria struggled against her bonds with fresh fervor, and Ashes rushed to free her. Though they had grown apart since he laid down Willow’s memento, she flung herself into his arms and clutched him with feeble desperation he had never seen from her before.

Titi, weak and mortal and changed to a breed that had no connection to the Light, weakly craned her head up.

“What did…you do to me…?”

“I gave you the shape of Icewarden’s firstborn. Proto-tundras, I am to understand. What more apt prison for an extraplanar being could there be than the body of a gaoler?”

“Why…? Why not just…send me…back?”

“Because you nearly killed the queen, stole the livelihood of an entire region, and broke most if not all of our magic-related laws,” Azricai said matter-of-factually. “You have crimes to answer for.”

“...That..that’s all...?”

“It is,” Rebis said, dispelling her magic and moving to untie Samhradh, who was frothing with the need to get the story written down. “It’s simple, we know. But this is the Analemma Dominions, once Aphaster as ruled by Telos the Indomitable, who raised it from the ashes the children of Clan Shard.”

“And in this clan, even the gods will be made to abide by the law.”

#Flight Rising #Zodiac Goetia #Whew chile #C: Rebis #C: Titi-tet #C: Caress #C: Stellaria #Echoing the jailing of Phi you say? You might be right!

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nottoxicfr · 10 months ago

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I was just writing a post about this! It’s nothing definite until her release…

Just on a cursory search, I found that 43 in Japan relates to “stillbirth” (shizan) which I think could relate to Happy Chaos Valentine pretty well. That’s just on the basis of an unfinished creation being considered improperly born, or even stillbirthed.

At the same time, I think you can connect stillbirth as a motif to a lot of different story angles that Guilty Gear could tell. As an example, she could be a manufactured human or a homunculus like ABA. Stillbirth could refer to an orphaning at an early age, or the death of innocence as the result of Gear attacks.

Even the stillbirth of a world or a goal as a result of the actions of the heroes!

Also, AC can be translated into 13 maybe, since A is the first letter of the alphabet and C is the third. I normally wouldn’t think much of it, if not for how the number 13 litters her design, both as a number and as the word Treize. Thirteen seems to be a significant number for Unika.

Even the fact that AC/43 is on her weapon and not her could mean something. In that direction, I somehow think AC could refer to alchemy? That’s interesting to me as well!

The phrase Dual Rulers reminds me of the Rebis in alchemy, or even the Red King and the White Queen. possibly Sol and Justice, which could hint towards a connection between

The phrase Dual Rulers reminds me of the Rebis in alchemy, which is the combination of opposing qualities into one. The combination of the Red King and the White Queen, which could refer to Sol and Justice possibly, would birth an entirely unique (Unika), intersex being.

If that’s the case, I’d hedge my bets on Unika being a manufactured offspring of Sol and Justice, or something like that. Adding in 43 as a stillbirth motif, that could indicate failure in being born, which is why Unika seems largely human compared to Dizzy.

These are just my cursory thoughts as I look through her design. I think she’s human, but maybe not intended to be.

In any case, I think Unika has a strong motif relating to the bonding of two into one. 13 has some connotations of referring to marriage and love, supposedly, while also being unlucky

I’ll probably write all of these in a more proper form later, with indications towards Unika as the Rebis in Alchemy.

I haven’t seen anyone talk about Unika’s “when lightning strikes, you will face your sin and one dawn will come” or her Enide patch or the Treize 13 Devil’s Dozen mark or AC/43 or her blue eyeliner

I think it’s a strong possibility that I am the strongest soldier of “Unika is a human anti-Ky” as a theory.

I’m going to say a lot of things that will be embarrassing when it turns out she is just Happy Chaos Valentine

#guilty gear #unika #unika gg #guilty gear dual rulers #toxic talks about

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ladybugsimblr · 2 years ago

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iambkay Good Morning! Say it back! This is how I started my day and this is all I need to be happy. Thx xosage for the new morning routine. What do you all do to reset and get to your happy place? 🦋 FYI the “healthy breakfast” family pic was a B-Side/ Squad joint production. Everyone in this household is a creative director 😅

d-lo GM Fam!!🔥😍 Music and my kids. That's happy. Oh a little 😶‍🌫️ never hurt.

rubberbandshan Good Morning?? 😭 Is this real life?? BK talking to us like the old days… The Babies… We love you Queen and thank you for sharing more of you with us! My happy place is #Butterfly 🦋 All day every day!

xosage Good Morning! Thank you for the shout-out. Self-care and Sulani look good on you. 😍🦋 You look refreshed and rejuvenated and making me miss home! 🏝️ My happy place is #WellnessWednesday

bflyhive Yaaassssssss 😭 I can't breathe!! 😍😍 My happy would be a tour announcement. 🦋🙏🏾

anon So I'm the only one that sees music is nowhere in her happy situation?! 🤔 Interesting. Say goodbye to a tour or performance or even another album. 🙄

bkforever Do not put that energy in the air 😒

SimsAgainstBK Wow. Too bad we can't all fly across the world for self-care in tropical islands and happy places in an oceanfront mansion. Not a good look.

rubberbandshan Why are you even here?! She didn't ask you. She was talking to the butterflies, not the haters.

c.spiracy BK is pregnant. Not performing and promoting the album like normal, showing her fam more, talking about happy, not showing her stomach, and most importantly... the three trees in the back represent her three kids and that one bird in the corner is the new tiny nooboo just starting to spread its wings in her womb. It's science. Birds and The B's.

king b C! Why did that make sense a little bit? I can't hold you. You made me a believer today.

rubberbandshan You almost had me! Then you started talking about trees and birds and b's. 😂🤣 I really can't with you but I high key would love for this to be true.

#as soon as i noticed the bird in the pic #i knew the shenanigans C would be on #c.spiracy might need a tag at this point #bklegacy #bklgen2 #bailey kay #quinton #lyric #legend #rebi #rubberbandshan

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de Aparência que Imita ou Plagia Metal , Não Sendo Metálica ...,

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FULGURANTE EM DESDE SUA CONVERSÃO EM LUMINESCÊNCIA , MULTI COLORIDA COMO AS CÔRES DE UM ARCO – ÍRIS , SEMELHANTE A BIPHROSTH QUE SE VAI ATÉ O VALHALLA...,

QUE EMBARGA PARA SI , UM ESPECTRO CROMÁTICO TÃO ABRANGENTE E DE CÔRES DESCONHECIDAS , ASSIM EQUIPARADO AO INDIZÍVEL...,”

Vós FREYJA , que sois um dos Reflexos Espelhados Daquela do Mais Além desta Terra...,

à ser a própria...,

VALLÁSKYA MESSAYSLLAÍNNA HEXÔMERAHLLNNEAX (...)!!! “

“( Continua na Sub – Secção H- Epsilon )”

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argentvive · 3 years ago

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More on the Rebis ( and the Dragon)

In a comment on my previous post @felicjana050896 posted a link to another well-known illustration of the rebis, from Basil Valentine’s Azoth (Paris, 1624).

This was a printed book. As with the illustrations in the manuscripts I posted before, the rebis/androgyne/hermaphrodite stands on a vanquished dragon.

As Lyndy Abraham writes about the dragon symbol:

Metaphysically, the dragon is the lower, earthly self which the soul must learn to subdue and train, so that the higher self...may at last reign. (Dictionary of Alchemical Imagery, p. 60)

Given that, I’m not sure it’s a good thing long-term to be the Dragon Reborn in WOT.

In a two-centuries’ earlier version of the rebis from Aurora consurgens (c. 1410) the male and female keep a bit more of their own body parts.

Notice the red hair on both partners.

You can see that while the idea of the rebis remained the same for over two centuries, the rendering changed dramatically from the hand-made illustration of the Aurora to the printed version in Valentine’s book.

#alchemy #rebis #androgyne #hermaphrodite #basil valentine #azoth #aurora consurgens #wheel of time #dragon

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hii jade! hru :)

hi rebi!! i’ve been catching up on my games and sleep this weekend b/c it’s a national holiday in the u.s. this weekend! i have been feeling pretty lethargic as of late, but nothing a few bananas can’t fix mhm mhm :D hru sweetheart?

#asks * ੈ♡‧₊˚#rebi * ੈ♡‧₊˚

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roseblushprincess · 4 years ago

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What manga are you getting those bimbo princess icons from? She’s so cute and I adore her 🥺💖

hiii i got most from weheartit(◠ ᴥ ◠)🌸💞!!! but the artist of some of them is called Rebis & u can find them on twt, the manga is called gyaru vs bimbo i believe!!! & the manga gals r from kuro gal bakunyuu cosplayer♡(っ ॑꒳ ॑c)♡

thxs 4 the ask luv,૮(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)ა🌸💓

#answered

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shardclan · 6 years ago

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At the center of the vast hall within the Beacon, the emanating glow of the Lightweaver flashed and warmed in recognition.

“Ah… the prodigal queen.”

The great golden doors closed and Rebis strode into the light. Short as ever, with the same rounded, childish face, but her frills sat higher and straighter than they ever had during their previous encounters. She knelt just outside the brightest perimeter of Weaver’s light, and dutifully payed her homage.

“I have returned, your Luminance."

“And brought with you the smell of ash and stardust,” the Weaver chided. “You could not spare time to be cleansed before coming into My presence?”

“No I could not,” said Rebis, with no trace of fear or indignity. She rose back to her feet, though she kept her eyes humbly cast down. “I had to spare an eon for my mind and the bodies of my knights to heal. Then another more to regain our strength and take the long path back. Sparing any more time would simply be too costly.”

The light shifted, as if the god within were reclining on a throne of Her own presence. “Yet you've spared the time to see me before all else. Diligent. Nearly devout… But I see a practical cause in your eyes.”

“I've come to receive your acknowledgement as an Archmage in your service.” “A strong way to phrase a request, child.” The light strobed slowly—muted, then warm, then stark white with whatever whims Lightweaver was entertaining. “What would you do, I wonder, were I to decline?” Rebis raised her eyes. They were more golden than they had been in nearly a full cycle, the sickly pink tinge of her contamination banished to a tight roseate ring around pupils that glowed white with her magic.

“There's no correlation between my abilities and what you do or don't say to me before I am dismissed. I'd leave and go take care of business.”

The light shifted and flickered with the mirth of the deity within. “Such a sweet little spine you've grown while the parasite has played in your streets! That is a convincing impression of Telos if ever I heard her insolence.”

Rebis' frills drooped. Her face crinkled as if the thought pained her, but she kept her head high and her eyes focused ahead. "I must respectfully disagree. Telos is gone, your Luminance. It's just me. If my tongue seems insolent, please forgive me and know it's only my eagerness to restore Analemma.”

“I'm sure it is. And you have chosen an interesting time to do so. The parasite is strong and so are you.” The light homed in on Rebis' face, forcing her back to her knees under the full and looming presence of the deity. “Let me look in your eyes and know what you have in mind…”

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Outside the golden doors, two guardians waited for their charge on the Exalt’s Path.

The Beacon rumbled. They shared a look, but it was not the place of either of them to intrude of whatever might be happening inside.

Mere moments later, Rebis exited no worse for wear.

"I presume things went well?" asked Rubranova.

Rebis smiled modestly as she marched ahead down the path. "She was as pleased with the depth of my spell as I imagined she would be."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you. It’ll make things easier down the line. Right now, I wish to get down to business. Make your way to House Betelgeuse. Find my Tribunes, the margravines, and the beastclan intermediary and send them to me.”

Rubranova grinned wide and flex her massive hands, knuckles popping in a synchronous staccato. “And if should they resist?”

Rebis glanced at Arcanus. One of the resisters would definitely be the Tribune of Commerce—his beloved niece. The one who had nearly killed him.

“Drag them by their necks if you must."

"Yes, Your Majesty." With a cursory bow, Rubranova shed her glamour and flew off south toward House Betelgeuse.

Arcanus took his place at her side. The celestine resistant armor had gone un-repaired. There was simply no way to get a new set constructed in the chaos, so he remained just out of her reach, but close enough to defend her, if it came to that.

Without turning around, she knew the exact posture of his body and length of his stride. The passively intense expression when he was on guard that slightly tightened the contour of his jaw. She knew the set of his brow. he exact shade and shape of his lips. The sleek, inky silkiness of his hair, uncut since he left Telos’ side and kept neat by a long braid tucked into his armor.

She knew the new color of his eyes—tinted by the magic she had pushed into him while he lay physically alive but so magically depleted he would have died. She knew the exact spot on his abdomen where cauterization had left a fleshy splotch of scar tissue. And precisely where on that splotch she could find the ridge of an incision scar where Eaqarab and Heaven had to surgically remove Stellaria's horn.

She even knew the precise amount of silver, roughly twice the length of her thumb, that still capped his right horn from when it had broken. It would be another two eons before it finished growing back.

So clear were all these details that she knew she loved him still, in some small and private way. But she was no longer consumed by adolescent carelessness at being by his side. There was something about nearly watching him die that forbade that kind of feeling from lingering.

More than any dream of reciprocation or romance, her heart's desire was to protect him. She never wanted to see him on the brink of death in her name ever again.

Luckily, becoming strong enough to protect her clan had the wonderful benefit of making her strong enough to protect herself.

They crested the final hill and stood on the precipice of the valley that sloped mildly down until it became the Summerlands on the horizon. In the distance, the Courtyard of Five Lights glowed even in the daylight.

Rebis’ lips thinned, and she took off at a renewed march.

Under the arcades of the garden she had grown up in, it was almost like Brightshine was already underway. Sunchaser orbs littered the pale sandstone. Garlands of flowers, gemstones, and assorted glittering baubles hung from wherever they could be suspended and were wound around the pillars and colonnades where they could not. The mediation hall had been remade into a strange shape—undoubtedly by an abuse of Moyo’s architectural magics. It looked more like a child’s sandcastle than a structure.

Rebis’ eyes immediately turned in the opposite direction to assess the museum. But it was fine. Untouched, unaltered, and undecorated.

“Camellia,” said Arcanus.

The mere name set her at ease. Nothing would be even a centimeter out of place if Camellia had established the museum was under her protection.

She gently kicked a bauble aside and ascended the stairs into the Hall. The massive columns were undisturbed. The midnight colored banner rippled peacefully with the emblazoned crest of Analemma still whole between the gold trimmings.

“I’m a little disappointed,” Rebis said light-heartedly, shrugging her thin cloak off into Arcanus’ waiting arms. “I was hoping they would have decorated this place too.”

She made a beeline for the private quarters beyond the discreet entry way tucked against the back wall. While she didn’t feel a change of clothes was strictly necessary, it was appropriate. A thing for show, just like receiving the mantle of Archmage in official capacity when she very much already had the power.

She picked the first thing her eyes paused on. However, because her newfound lack of self-consciousness regarding taking care of her responsibilities had nothing to do with her still being a young dam, she still peeked over her shoulder to make sure her knight had politely turned his back before undressing.

The flowing cotton and smooth silk was practically ticklish on skin that had grown accustomed to thick wool and rough leather. Her old focus sat beneath the window. She fluffed her short curls around her crown and took it, even though she didn’t need it.

Telos had been a modest queen. A circlet rather than a crown. A simple stone chair rather than a throne. With fresh eyes, Rebis saw and understood that it was integral to Telos that she could make those things into something finer than they were by filling them with presence she already had by way of her ancestral experiences. In the end, she truly was an alchemist, transmuting common marbles into diamonds by her mere proximity to them.

Rebis was technically older than Telos had been when she took her place at the head of the clan, but she didn’t have any ability like that. What she had was the kind of power that could perhaps have protected the old clan from Lutia’s wrath.

Maybe it was two eons of living among mercenaries, but she suddenly had very different ideas about how she should present herself. She wasn’t Telos, she could not do what Telos did by trying to think or act as she did. Her time at Horizon’s Landing had taught her that, and for the first time, she was prepared to step out of the space Telos left behind and create a new one of her own.

But just like celebrating the accolade she had been granted, that would have to come later.

For now, she sat in the stone chair and glanced at the abandoned parchments scattered over the marble surface of the Tribunal table.They were old. Covered in dust and the cobwebs of spiders with adventurous ideas.

She gathered them all into a neat stack and waited.

Saber was the first to arrive and greeted her with as much warmth as desperation. She asked if anyone had died. When he told her the answer was no, she bade him hold his peace. Her absence and the enthrallment had left the clan’s affairs in tatters. Discussion would be long, intense, and undoubtedly boil over more than once. The last thing she wanted was to rehash any of it. They would wait until every single one of them was gathered to begin.

He seemed surprised but bowed his head and patiently sat down.

Ashes and Flaga arrived together in the company of Nayvadius. The champion greeted her with his same old insolent smile, but she just smiled back. Of course, he was fine. His unusual condition aside, he was the type of drake who wouldn’t die even if Bestealcian personally killed him.

Caress arrived with war in her eyes and Maka with carefully neutral temper in hers, but both were forced to yield before they could begin by the arrival of the Tahalils.

Rubranova landed with a powerful beat of her guardian wings and assumed her glamour between the vast pillars. She marched in dragging both Stellaria and Miscedence by coils of their hair wound tight around her relentless fists.

Alala, smaller but no less imposing than her daughter, followed in her wake with Samradh held at scalpel point. It was a deft matter for her to tie the three enthralled tribunes to their chairs before she took her seat with a pleasant smile.

With a flick of her fingers, Rebis cast lights into the high archways and corners, shedding a warm glow over the stone that would not otherwise arrive until the afternoon sun came in.

“I’m glad you to see most of you are well,” she began. “Those of you who aren’t, will be. I’m alive, I’m home, and I am not leaving until I have a concrete plan to restore this clan to its proper function. Neither are any of you. And yes--” She looked pointed at every one of them with eyes full of scorching inner light. “—That does include dealing with Titi-tet.”

Not a single one of them rushed to speak. All around her table, even from the enthralled, were wide eyes and parted lips.

She sat back and folded her hands atop the cold marble. “Tribunal is in session.”

#Flight Rising #Zodiac goetia #C: Rebis #In which Rebis is all grown into her role #Rebis said playtime's fucking over #And Rubranova actually dragged a bitch

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