#saphy

[bugsmoverocks]

Miriam one day impulsively decides to cut her hair in the bathroom because it keeps getting all tangled due to a lack of upkeep and that's annoying, but she leaves the door ajar so Saphy ends up noticing. so she helps her granddaughter cut her hair then they just sit on the couch with some tea afterwards and anyway that's why i like drawing post-game Miriam with shorter hair

[autisticqueenorder]

[abloomsdayy]

marshal woman with an alt. hairdo and saphy

[aby55-of-the-ab5o1ute]

Just want to make this very clear

if we EVER see an anon harassing someone, we will be there.

and if you need to vent, you can come to us.

[saphig-iawn]

The Instruction is Simple 🔊

An audio version of a hypno-lite script I wrote. Enjoy, my darlings~

[kyoukoswife]

you ever think abt what if you gave a girl your whole life but she didnt even want it? you gave her your life to protect her and she threw you away?? what if even after that you still took care of her the best you could???? and then when you next see her shes not even her???? because you gave her your whole life to save her but you couldnt protect her?????? wouldnt that fuck you up?????? wouldnt that be so painful????????? you ever think about that?????

look at the full size image for better quality:>

[scorching-passion]

I feel like everyone needs reminding that Roche is gorgeous and I love him ;;

[soothsayerditty]

im not an au maker kinda guy. like at all. but ive gotta commit to random urges at times. sorry if it's been done before ;P

let's be self indulgent and cringe and free,,,!

[rosie-d0ll]

Under Her Spell

Inspired by my sessions with the lovely Miss Saphi @saphig-iawn, here’s a little piece I wrote about my experience with being tranced by her.

The Library seemed to go on forever.

I walked on bare feet, unhurried, through the massive shelves, each made of a luxurious, dark wood, and rising so high into the air they melted into shadow before I could see the tops.

Books floated around me, as if on butterfly’s wings, fluttering in the air and rearranging themselves around the shelves seemingly at random.

I didn’t quite remember why I was in The Library, but the lack of knowledge didn’t leave me panicked. A sound, low and soothing and ever-so-slightly mysterious, seemed to flow through the space around me like water, flooding my head with a pleasant weight that kept any anxiety, any unpleasantness, at bay, like the crackling of a hearth.

I nodded without knowing why, and continued walking, the floor carpeted in lush red. The hallway curved ahead of me, I could just see it, but before I could round the bend, I stopped.

A moment, tension in my fingers, a kiss of electric power, a thrum through my soul, haunting yet comforting, the pluck of a lyre, and a new book fluttered away from my left hand, green ribbon wrapped intricately around the dark leather cover.

I knew this one was special. It was a spellbook. I knew it represented safety, protection, a counter-spell to utilize should ever I have need of it.

It slotted itself nicely in a shelf, standing out easily among all the other covers, no more important than the rest but certainly much easier to find, and I smiled at it. If I focused, I could feel a green ribbon, stretching from my heart to that book, but every time I thought about it, the noise washed over me, and lulled me back into my slow walk.

It was soothing and comforting, walking and stopping, feeling the stitching winding its way around my hand, and the phantom hand of another, not so much ghost as a goddess, and a new book being made, just as beautiful and detailed as the last.

Petrification, transformation, abjuration, conjuration, the list went on, and the books kept flowing.

The Library was soon connected by green ribbons, creating lovely garlands to walk under and brush my hand across, feeling just as soft and shiny as they seemed.

In The Library, magic was real, and I was most certainly under its spell.

Eventually, a leather armchair appeared on the path, and I reluctantly knew it was time to go.

The tops of the shelves were already fading away, a calming white light hungrily consuming my precious books.

I settled in the chair, and the leather creaked comfortably beneath me. It didn’t feel much like a chair, it felt warm, safe, comfortable. I could swear I could feel a soft breathing pressing on my back, and a sensation of being held close that nearly brought tears of joy to my eye.

The sound became a soft whisper in my ear.

“Five.”

She said, and my head became lighter, the light slowly pulling away the leather books and green ribbons.

“Four.”

She said, and I felt myself rising, pulled by one last ribbon towards the sky.

“Three.”

She said, and the red carpet vanished from underfoot. I was sad to see it go, but knew I could return to it soon.

“Two.”

She said, and my limbs tingled like they were asleep. All of me tingled, like I was just about to wake up.

“One.”

She said, and then I did.

[azure-steel]

Utterly obsessed with Sefikura again and I'm every flavour of not sorry.

I totally blame @ghostofnibelheim for this though.

The question is... should I colour this in or no?

[kotobormot3]

[sapphireillusions]

Last night's dream 250302

So, I had this wild dream where I was best friends with Suguru Geto. And let me tell you, our friendship was TOXICCC — some days were great, and others he was just an absolute menace. I think I even had a crush on him (I mean who wouldn’t). Anyway, one day, he texted me, inviting me over to his place to hang out, and I decided to skip my lecture (university au DON’T CLICK OFF YET).

When I got to his place, I walked in to find another girl in his bedroom, looking all fresh out of the shower and just wrapped in a towel, NAKEY. I guess I was frozen and in shock to say anything. Instead of hi, hello, how are you, he straight-up asked me to grab them food, acting like I was just his maid, he repeatedly asked me to do it to the point that he started being condescending about it. Yeah, no thanks. That made me CRASH OUT (your honour it was a valid crash out), and I punched him HARD. I don’t even know where I found the strength of Hulk to stand ten toes down against a 6’3” guy that could easily fold me in half, but I did that. There was 24 years worth of rage in that punch.

While we were tussling, I noticed the girl bolting out, but honestly, I didn’t care. I had to set him straight. I told him to “snap out of it” because I’m not his maid. I reminded him about all the good times we had since we were KIDS mind you and how he’s been acting like a pos ever since we got to uni (yes it’s that type of storyline). Even Gojo was worried about him. I was about to say “can you please just be like Gojo/do better than him” (crystal orbs was probably treating me better in my dream and i had flashbacks of all the times we were hanging out and wishing Geto was there) or along the lines of that but before the words could leave my mouth I felt chills go through out my body yes even irl during that I saw what would happen if I said that to Geto in that moment (haha i’m in danger). Once I snapped out of it, I just started bawling my eyes out thinking about how long it took for us to finally confront him about his behaviour for the past few months. It felt necessary to finally speak up and let him know he genuinely needed to do better for himself —because he does not only that Gojo and I have been going through it with Geto, but it took too long for us to speak up. It took me crashing out on him to address the situation.

I woke up and stared at the ceiling for a bit after that (yes ik I'm a choso and nanami girl, but can you blame me? the jjk cast are absolutely GORGEOUS) I think I've been reading too much angst lately; maybe that's why my brain decided this was the genre for tonight. (this was the first time i dreamt of ANY of my 2d hoes btw)

[squishysphealgirl]

What does #hajposting mean?

it's when blahaj

[rook-specter]

[saphig-iawn]

New Year, New You

CW: non-con transformation

Despite the roiling buzz of the party you always seemed to be gazing over to her just as she turned her eyes to you. It felt like coincidence at first, like making multiple moments of eye contact with a stranger while waiting for something in a public place.

This moment, however, felt different. The moment your eyes met hers, you seemed to notice how the colours of her irises were a little more vivid. Your cheeks involuntarily blushed. You look away blinking quickly, as if to shake yourself free of a stupor and you made a bit of clumsy entrance into some festivities to distract yourself.

But no matter what you did, there was this... presence that wouldn't leave you. It felt like the room was shrinking with each passing moment, like the people at the party were just elaborate cutouts.

Prey stuck in the eyes of a predator.

Hiding among the long grass that was the buffet, you felt you were safe. A timid glass of punch in hand, you turned without looking and collided with someone.

The sting of embarrassment became a weight in your stomach as you clamour to apologise, and when you finally looked up, you saw her.

Everything went cold.

You couldn't help stare at the wet patch you had made on the bodice of her green satin dress.

Oh god you're just looking at her boobs now, what are you doing?! You panicked and began to pat her chest with a paper towel and- oh god now you're patting her breasts! Whatiswrongwithyouyou'remakingitworse-

You see her hand gently curl around your wrist.

You look up.

She simply hushes you.

Her eyes feel like they're looking into you, like their gaze is reaching through your eyes and into the you in your mind.

The panic ablates. The tremors calm.

"It was a little accident, don't worry darling", she croons.

Your mind tries to recount the accident, worsening it with each recollection, stuck in a bad recursive loop, but it all seems to slow. The longer you stare into her eyes, the easier it gets to just let that anxiety go.

"You've been quite the wallflower tonight, haven't you darling?" she continues.

The room begins to turn slowly, almost like its revolving around you. You wonder if the punch is hitting you, you remember how a 'friend' said they were going to spike it, but then your body begins to sway, almost rhythmically.

"You ok there, darling? Anyone in there?" she teases.

You shake your head and blink and realise that you were actually being walked away from the buffet by the woman in the green dress, not that something unwanted was getting into your bloodstream.

There's a strange feeling of.. disconnection? Delay? Like you thought you were still being walked when suddenly the plush softness of couch cushions rise up to meet your behind.

You felt like a marionette being guided; your body unresponsive but weightless. There was a bewilderedness stopping words from leaving your lips.

"You poor thing, you look quite ready to be done with this year, don't you?"

Those words felt like a warm hand cradling your cheek. A sigh involuntarily wisps from your lips.

"Oh I know darling, it won't be long. New Year, new you, and all that-" she smiled. God it was such a warm smile. "you've said that to yourself a lot haven't you, darling?"

A little weight manifests in your stomach. Misplaced guilt at the expectations of making New Year's resolutions. You never really subscribed to them, but the pressure from everyone else making them felt like it was a thing you had to do.

"I know that feeling too darling, perhaps we could welcome in this New Year with something a little better, hmm?"

She held your hand in hers, at the strike of people beginning to countdown.

10!

She takes your other hand.

9!

You sink into her eyes

8!

She smiles with a deep warmth.

7!

You feel you can't look away.

6!

Her gaze pierces deeper

5!

You can't look away.

4!

Her warmth spreads into you.

3!

You can't move.

2!

You can't tell where her warmth ends and yours begins.

1!

She gives you a single wicked wink.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

You feel her pull at your hand. The room cartwheels around you. Your head prepares for the dizziness but its strangely absent. You crash into the warmth of her embrace and are unable to pull yourself away. It feels like the moment you crash onto your bed after a long shift.

Your vision remains stuck at the middle distance, her green satin shoulder almost filling half of it.

You hear a different voice come from behind you.

"Awww, is someone a bit too drunk, huh?", the voice teased.

"Yes, the poor thing, barely able to move. I'm going to call a ride." the woman in green responded.

With little effort she lifts you up off the couch and drapes your arm over her shoulders, and moves towards the exit.

The cheering dies down to a low distant rumble. The sound of the woman's shoes echo slightly. The corridor you were being lead down stops beneath your dragged feet.

You feel a warmth blossom under your jaw as your vision swings to face a mirror.

"There we are darling, a New Year, a new you!" the woman chuckled.

Your eyes can't help but drink in your reflection, mainly because they can't do much else, not even look around.

You saw you, but your clothes seemed to hang a little looser, like something changed underneath. The woman's hand cradling your jaw gently moves your head.

'I'm... a... doll...?' your mind attempts to think. The thought is excruciatingly slow. Like a single droplet of water dangling beneath a faucet.

"You don't have to worry about much any more, now. I'll take good care of you darling."

You feel her press her cheek against yours, her reflection just entering your peripheral vision.

"You're going to look so good in my collection..." she trails off as she continues to take you down the corridor to goodness knows where.

As the pattern of the carpet rolls across your vision like scan lines on an old television, your mind can't help but ponder over that word...

'Coll... ec... tion...?'

(If you would like to see more fiction writing like this, then please support me over at https://ko-fi.com/saphig, where you can also commission 1-on-1 hypnosis sessions and your own kinky short story just like this!)

[impbites]

OCtober day 9 - relationships ❤️🩵

roo and saphie are childhood friends and rivals, they help each other to get stronger! :3

(also the treecko is called conifer and the mudkip is bluebell - saphie helped rooney w naming them)