#« v. god's wraith

[r-18g]

gotta say... i'm really looking forward to the next dol updates. i've been having a great time reading all of the recent lore additions via the temple, and i know there are plans for more! which fucks severely.

[dolyx]

(alnst au… luka!wraith using tala's guilt of corrupting sydney against xem.)

[prisonicmorality]

The God's words were barely registering as sound through the haze of pain and taste of blood on Volo's tongue. He clawed harder with a free hand, tried to push himself away. He didn't care in that moment how, he just had to get away. He had to escape. He couldn't die here.

He hadn't changed yet. He hadn't grown yet.

Screams of pain tumbled out of him with every twist and stab, turning into shrill sobs and slurred pleas for the God to stop, please stop because it hurt. It hurt so much, blinding and burning and numbing like frostbite.

But it was getting hard to move and think, and his desperate kicking and clawing was grow slow and clumsy. As if he were hearing them through water, some of Arceus's words broke through the haze.

Killed? I never... Akari didn't die... I haven't killed anyone... Volo didn't realize that Arceus wasn't talking to him, not fully anyway. He was just confused, hurt at being blamed for crimes he didn't commit even at his most desperate and angry. Why are you blaming me for this?

Finally, his hand slipped and dropped fully to the ground, legs slackening as he ceased struggling.

"I..." His tongue felt heavy, and he wasn't sure if his words were even being spoken. He coughed, sinking against the ground and staring up at Arceus with a pathetic, broke look on his face. Tears fell into his hair splayed out under him, blood spilling down the corner of his mouth and his eyes so heavy he could hardly keep them open.

"I didn't... I d-didn't kill her... I ha... ven't killed anyone... I just wanted to... g-go home... I didn't kill h-her... "

His chest rattled and his fingers twitched against the ground as he felt those tendrils continue to tighten around his heart. "... N-nothing I say is going to matter, i-is it? Even when I-I'm the one being tortured like this... I-I'm still not being seen, y-you're killing someone else entirely in your own head..." He laughed softly, a sad, heartbroken little noise that made his heart tremble. The tears flowed harder, and his voice broke as another choked laugh bubbled out of him though it sounded more like a sob.

"Ha... Well, go ahead... just use me as a p-punching bag. Kill me however many times over as you need to." He grit his teeth, managing a cracking, sobbed cry. "Just at least see me when you do it!"

Cruel eyes stared down at the bleeding man, unblinking in their case as they twisted the sharpened leg that staked Volo to the ground just a little bit; a display of purposeful sadism of the ancient, cosmic being that encompassed all and at the same time nothing.

His wet cries were felt within their leg, his muscles and organs desperately trying to fuction despite the traumatic invasion they had experienced and were dealing with. The tiny tendrils burrowed deeper, as though directly devouring Volo's flesh and eventually reached that wild, panicky muscle that attempted to beat them away.

His struggles against their might damn near provoked them to lash out further, but they had enough self control to take this slowly. Arceus' tendrils tied around Volo's heart, constricting, tieing ever tighter.

"You pathetic little worm. I can sense the blood on your hands. I can feel the violence in your soul. You killed her too, didn't you?"

Arceus' voice was filled with white hot hatred, and they shifted, one of those dark, inky, amorphous tendrils shot out and impaled his left arm as the man struggled.

"You killed Akari. She's gone and you're still here. I made that same mistake with my version of you, once upon an eternity. But not anymore. Never again."

With each word spoken, another spear like tendril shot forth and stabbed the blonde, only pull out and stab him again, over and over. Bones would crack like crisps under their force, crushed to near dust.

"Or do you claim different, destroyer of worlds?"

It was evident at this point, that at least part of this was no longer about Volo. This immense level of hatred and sadism had it's place but they cared not to regulate it anymore.

If need be, they would force the man to survive.

He was nothing but condemned flesh to them.

[syneilesis]

[fic] drowning, and more drowning

drowning, and more drowning

Love and Deepspace | Rafayel (Qi Yu) x Main-Character!Reader | T | 2k words | ao3 link

in the previous life, maybe the next too, we're eternally together. All their lives, devotion is the only lesson that endures.

A/N: For @seraphiism 's 2024 writing event. Quote is from DNA by BTS. The heart is a fish concept is from K-Ming Chang's Bestiary.

I based some stuff on my rusty memories of Rafayel's myths stories. I don't know what I wrote, but I had fun. Divider by @/cafekitsune.

in the previous life [the sea]

I.

Rafayel tasted of sea when you kissed him, that first time.

II.

Outlined by moonlight, he seemed ethereal somehow. A wraith stolen by the sea because it was lonely; retained all its earthly character except for its soil. Almost childlike with his laughter, and his surprise.

This was the first thing you had learned of the sea: its loneliness begets desire.

And this desire had given you a second life. From land to sea, the plunge into the afterlife.

Once, your elders had said that the sea was sacred because of the god that resided in it, but now, looking at this young man with pearl-smooth face, you knew that they could have never been more wrong.

The sea was sacred because its loneliness was too strong, and the desire that came out of it had given birth to this boy-god whose laughter was carefree as the turbulent waves that would drown you the moment you decided to place your life in his hands.

III.

In the days that followed, you learned what becoming a follower meant for Lemuria and her sea god.

“Being your follower is like being in love with you, when you think about it.”

Rafayel dropped the shell he was playing and whirled at you with a scandalized look.

“Why would you say it like that?” A flush bloomed across his cheeks and his ears, which was a darling contrast to his hair.

“But the way you explained it ...” You paused, struck with a thought. “I've never been in love before.”

“Oh, really?”

“Then again, I wouldn't know what being in love feels like, so who am I to say?”

“That's right.” Crossed hands, then a nod. “You wouldn't know what it feels like.”

“I suppose so.”

You turned to him. Rafayel sat across the room, surrounded by his little trinkets. This was what confused you: the weight of a Lemurian bond rested primarily on its god, the one who had more power between the two. It didn't make any sense: Rafayel having to follow your words like a dog pleasing its owner. But, perhaps, that was the point: devotion as vast and deep as the sea itself. Something enormous like this required an equilibrium. Hence: a lesson on selflessness.

You smiled at him. The blush crawled down to his neck, his chest. “In that case, should I fall in love with you?”

IV.

I will gladly give you my heart, if you wished it. This is my vow:

I will be your most—and only—devout follower, worshiping every strand of your hair, your lashes. I will scoop the sand off your footprints and keep them in small bottles. Every step you take leaves traces of sea in its wake. I will cup the lingering scent of salt in my hands, swallow it in my mouth down my throat so the sea stays within me in all its loneliness and enormity. You will be the only truth I will know, and your voice will be firebrand in my bones, eternally beating.

I will love you and only you, my water god my nacre heart, until the end of my breath, and beyond.

I will forever drown in my love for you, if you only said yes.

V.

He fell in love with you the moment you kissed him, and there came his first lesson: devotion as nothing but the willingness to drown.

maybe the next too [the sand]

i.

The desert reminded him of the sea, sometimes. Vast. Lonely. Had a habit of pulling you opposite of where you wanted to go. At times playful, at times rough, but always had a lesson to teach you.

And this lesson, Rafayel thought as he swam to the water's surface with you in his arms, was a cruel one in its stubborn unforgetting.

ii.

You tended to tilt your head slightly to the left when you're curious about something. This was the second thing Rafayel learned about you.

The first, of course, was that your heart could bring back Lemuria. The sea in all its infinity. A god's heart was powerful, after all.

The third: there was longing in your eyes that Rafayel couldn't ignore, try all that he might. This longing felt like an echo, a whisper of devotion made so long ago, uttered by a warm set of lips that almost touched his skin. It felt like fire. It felt like a brand.

It felt like drowning.

This was another thing that the desert and the sea were alike: if you strayed from your path, they would never, ever let you return.

iii.

He did not fall in love, he couldn't afford to. What was the point? He was a figurehead before he was a man, and what could be more important than a nation trying to bring back its home?

“I understand,” you said, tremulous smile captured by the moonlight pooling over you both. “I am yours, Rafayel. My heart is in your hands.”

The correct answer was to take it—your heart. It was the only way, you and he knew it. You were handing him what he needed on a silver platter. He only had to take it.

His hand twitched for your offer. Then it trembled.

Then it clenched so tightly it left indentation that would last for days.

A long, harsh exhale poured out of him.

Rafayel closed his eyes. He only prayed that he would not regret it.

iv.

“Rafayel, will you let me come with you?”

There you were, rumpled as windblown laundry, chest heaving from so much running. Too much running—just to catch up to him. Your voice cracking with each shout of his name. It was almost endearing, if not for the maw that opened inside Rafayel's ribcage.

You shouldn't be here. He had let you go and left behind the only thing that could grant his wish. It was a lesson on selflessness and he had learned it—painfully so and with great sacrifice.

But you—

You.

He wanted to laugh. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. Was this how drowning truly felt like?

“Rafayel, please.”

What else could his answer be? There was only one option left to take.

v.

The desert was vast and lonely, just like the sea. And still Rafayel walked on, one foot in front of the other, towards a place that could give another answer to his question.

Beside him you followed, a little tired but whole. Devoutly whole.

we’re eternally together [the vow]

1.

In one life he's a lost soul and you found him amidst the battering waves, pulled his hand up and saved him from being completely adrift.

In another you don't remember him, and it hurts but that's all right—he's going to make you fall in love with him like how he has with you, like a foolish dog devoted to its one and only owner.

After all, in the game of waiting, Rafayel has already emerged the victor.

2.

Sometimes, there's a shadow in his eyes that you glimpse in his quieter moments. But he's good at hiding it, surprisingly. If it weren't for the first time you caught it—by accident, and just in the periphery—you'd never thought that Rafayel could possess such capacity for darkness.

It saddens you somehow—that bitter slant of his gaze, the sardonic tilt of his mouth. It's most obvious when he talks about his past. Around his past, when there's something he doesn't want you to know.

There's still a lot of things you don't know about Rafayel.

But that's okay. You're patient, and Rafayel's not ready yet. You'll take whatever he'll give you—and that's enough for now.

3.

“There's a saying,” you begin, “that the human heart is a fish.”

Rafayel doesn't pause in his sketching, the scratch of pencil on paper studiously unceasing as you talk. He hums, though.

“Do Lemurians have fish hearts too?”

That makes him stop. Over the sketchbook Rafayel's eyes are twin whirlpool states of baffled and unamused. You tamp down the urge to laugh at his expression.

“If Lemurian hearts were fishes,” he finally says, “then we'd be dull as any actual fish in the sea.”

“You're being mean to your brethren.”

“Where did you hear that, by the way?”

“Oh, in another country during my last mission.” A seagull swoops closely by the window, and Rafayel goes back to his sketch. “They say that the fish-heart yearns to swim outside your mouth, so you should never, ever let it.”

“And why is that?”

“Because once it does, it will touch the air, and it will die.”

Silence. It may appear that Rafayel has stopped listening to you, but you know that's not true, because there it is again: the shadow, bracketing his narrowed eyes.

Rafayel's heart is a fish. And he can never reveal it. Because to let his heart swim out of his body means to display the most vulnerable parts of him. And for Rafayel, being vulnerable is dangerous. You may not know his whole story, but you can draw a partial image from the scattered puzzle pieces he inadvertently—or willingly—leaves behind.

At times like this, you think of the idea of devotion—the unconditional commitment of one to another, the totality of its embrace. Perhaps this is how you are—how you will be—with Rafayel, devoted hand and heart, body and soul. Maybe not now, but somewhere in your veins, in the marrow of your bones, the certainty exists. It is inevitable.

“I think mine is a fish,” you say, carefully watching him for any reaction. “So you have to promise me—that when it escapes you have to catch it, okay?”

He doesn’t say anything in return, and the strokes of his pencil are what’s left of the ensuing silence.

4.

In your dreams you've begun to learn of the sea's language.

Long, rough waves but short, playful ripples. And always—always—lilting loneliness.

In one of those dreams, you're a follower of a sea god; in another, a princess whisked away by a vagrant assassin.

But every one of them—every one of them—involves drowning in some form. You plunge into the sea to devote yourself to a god; you plunge into the desert to devote yourself to a vagabond. The sea's lonely whispers permeate, diving inside your flesh, making a home between your bones, around your heart.

At first, you did not understand its words, but through repetition, you've picked up some of them: follower, heart, drown, truth,

yes

The first complete sentence you've learned:

loneliness begets desire

The most recent:

rafayel, please

When you wake, your mouth tastes of salt and sand.

5.

Rafayel turns up at your doorstep at precisely the beginning of sunrise, sweaty and panting. His hair is a mess, bangs clinging wetly to his forehead. His clothes are disheveled, as if he's braved a thunderstorm and survived. His eyes are a little wild, manic, sleepless, but ardently luminous.

“I lost,” he says in between lungful gulps of air, “but in a way I still won.”

“Rafayel, what—”

You don't get to finish: Rafayel grabs you and slots his lips into yours.

So this is what it feels like, falling into the sea.

Rafayel kisses you like a man drowning: desperate and dying and you're his lifeline that he has to hold onto.

When he lets go, his eyes are closed and a smile teases at the corners of his mouth.

“I guess between the two of us, it's only me who's the fool.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I'm tired of waiting. Lesson learned. I lost. You won. I always lose, when it comes to you.”

The smile unfurls fully, and finally—finally—he answers the question you've asked a thousand lives ago:

“It's still a win, so yes. For you, it's an eternal yes.”

my water god my nacre heart, this is my devotion, my forever vow to you, and only you

[cybersteal]

Nomad Scout

Even big, bad Solo V has to go out on patrol sometimes. Someone's gotta put the fear of God into those nasty Wraiths.

[silvermoon424]

My manga collection (October 2023)

I did a post detailing my manga collection back in 2021, but it's grown a lot since then so I figured I'd make a new post! It was also a good time to do so because we're repainting my room and while there's usually a ton of anime merch in front of the books on my shelves, now it's all been packed up. So there's a clear look at the books without me having to move anything, lol.

Anyway, without further adieu, here we go! My manga collection is largely shoujo (specifically magical girls) and horror manga.

Pet Shop of Horrors by Matsuri Akino

Pet Shop of Horrors: Tokyo by Matsuri Akino

The Clique by Yishan Li

Frozen II manga by Arina Tanemura

Dark Metro by Tokyo Calen and Yoshiken

Yokai Rental Shop by Shin Mashiba

Confidential Confessions by Reiko Momochi

Pichi Pichi Pitch (aka Mermaid Melody) by Michiko Yokote and Pink Hanamori

Magical Girl Site by Kentaro Sato

Reiko the Zombie Shop by Rei Mikamoto

Les Miserables (manga adaptation) by TszMei Lee

Nightmares for Sale by Kaoru Ohashi

Presents by Kanako Inuki

Mail by Housui Yamazaki

Dark Water by Meimu

Tale of a White Night by Tooko Miyagi

Goth by Otsuichi and Kendi Oiwa

Beautiful People by Mitsukazu Mihara

Attack on Titan: No Regrets by Gun Snark and Hikaru Suruga

In Clothes Called Fat by Moyoco Anno

A Girl on the Shore by Inio Asano

Bride of Deimos by Etsuko Ikeda and Yuuho Ashibe

Limit by Keiko Suenobu

Helter Skelter by Kyoko Okazaki

Dolls omnibus (in Japanese) by Yumiko Kawahara

Ibitsu by Haruto Ryo

A God Somewhere (Western comic) by John Arcudi and Peter Snejbjerg

Beauty (Western comic) by Hubert and Kerascoët

Ah! My Goddess by Kōsuke Fujishima

Only One Wish by Mia Ikumi

Higurashi When They Cry: Festival Accompanying Arc by Karin Suzuragi

Chronicles of the Grim Peddler by Lee Jeoun-A

PTSD Radio by Masaaki Nakayama

Elfen Lied by Lynn Okamoto

Ikigami: The Ultimate Limit by Motoro Mase

Happy Sugar Life by Tomiyaki Kagisora

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Phantom Blood by Hirohiko Araki

An Ojamajo Doremi artbook (in Japanese)

Mermaid Saga by Rumiko Takahashi

Dolls by Yumiko Kawahara

Maid-sama by Hiro Fujiwara

Franken Fran by Katsuhisa Kigitsu

Hell Girl by Miyuki Eto

Gurren Lagann by Kotaro Mori

Doll by Mitsukazu Mihara

Mantis Woman by Senno Knife

Various Sailor Moon artbooks from the anime, manga illustrations by Naoko Takeuchi, and fan artbooks

Sailor Moon Eternal Edition by Naoko Takeuchi

Sailor V Eternal Edition by Naoko Takeuchi

Puella Magi Madoka Magica by Hanokage

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: The Different Story by Hanokage

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: The Wraith Arc by Hanokage

Puella Magi Madoka Magica: The Rebellion Story by Hanokage

Puella Magi Oriko Magica by Kuroe Mura

Puella Magi Oriko Magica: Sadness Prayer by Kuroe Mura

Puella Magi Tart Magica by Golden Pe Done

Magia Record: Puella Magi Madoka Magica Side Story by Fuji Fujino

Assorted PMMM and Magia Record artbooks

Pokemon Adventures (aka Pokemon Special) by Hidenori Kusaka and Mato/Satoshi Yamamoto. I own the complete set of the RBG, Yellow, GSC, FRLG, Emerald and HGSS arcs as well as a few volumes from the RS, DP, and Black/White arcs.

Various Pokemon 4koma (in Japanese)

Pokemon: I Choose You by Ryo Takamisaki

Phantom Thief Pokemon 7 by Miho Asada

The Rise of Darkrai by Ryo Takamisaki

Pokemon Diamond and Pearl Adventure by Shigekatsu Ihara

The Electric Tale of Pikachu by Toshihiro Ono

The Art of Pokemon Adventures by Satoshi Yamamoto (both English and Japanese versions)

Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Ginji's Rescue Team by Makoto Mizobuchi

Pokemon Ranger and the Temple of the Sea by Makoto Mizobuchi

Various Junji Ito Manga:

Dissolving Classroom

Fragments of Horror

The Liminal Zone

Sensor

Black Paradox

Gyo

Uzumaki

Tomie

Deserter

Tombs

Lovesickness

Smashed

Shiver

Frankenstein

Remina

Venus in the Blind Spot

No Longer Human

Twisted Visions (artbook)

Uzumaki coloring book

Uzumaki (original printing) by Junji Ito

Museum of Terror by Junji Ito

Soichi by Junji Ito

The Drifting Classroom by Kazuo Umezu

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Battle Tendency by Hirohiko Araki

Orochi by Kazuo Umezu

Be Very Afraid of Kanoko Inuki! by Kanoko Inuki

Wonderland by Yugo Ishikawa

Shadows House by Somato

I Had That Sane Dream Again by Yoru Sumino

Is Love the Answer? by Uta Isaki

Nightmare Inspector by Shin Mashiba

The Ring by Misao Inagaki

Wonder House of Horrors by Miyako Cojima

Puella Magi Suzune Magica by GAN

Puella Magi Kazumi Magica by Masaki Hiramatsu and Takashi Tensugi

Magia Record: Another Story by U35

I also have some manga in storage like Inuyasha and Kitchen Princess, but that's about it!

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This is an old fic for a collab where my prompt was fucking in an alley. [ SYNOPSIS ] You’re the world’s cutest cleat chaser and your only wish is to grab the attention of your favorite ball player, Zeke Yeager. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.6k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, dubcon (power imbalance), exhibitionism, public sex, rough sex, finger sucking, degradation (whore, tart), vaginal fingering, impact play, oral sex, spit, creampie, Zeke's a bit of an asshole but it's fine alright like it's tolerable.

Night games were never particularly kind to you. A wind chill swept through the city and the fog rolled over the hills. You shivered outside the ballpark in your gameday outfit which consisted of dolphin shorts, thigh high socks, and your favorite team's jersey with Yeager emblazoned on the back.

A drunk man pondered, "Could our offense be any fuckin' worse, dude?"

It was another loss for your team. You listened to drunken fans lamenting another losing season. Another year dead last in the standings. Another year all the new players from the farm would disperse to better teams, greener pastures. Lucky for you your favorite was loyal; Zeke was committed. He like many players worked his way up through the farm system, toiling away in the minor leagues. But unlike others he was content to continue playing for a lackluster team.

When asked why he stuck around he answered, "Who knows? I'll probably leave once the lease to my place is up."

It later came out he in fact owned his penthouse apartment.

"At least our bullpen has their shit together," another drunk said, smacking the other on the back of the head. His hoppy breath visible in the cold air. You slowly stepped away from him and his stench.

"What's the point of a good bullpen if they can't get run support, dumb ass?"

You sighed heavily and kept your eye on the exit gate. It was a slow parade of luxury cars: a Lexus here, a Bentley there. But you failed to see the black Rolls-Royce Wraith that Zeke drove.

Going home was always an option; curling up like a kitten in your warm bed definitely had its appeal. But so did Zeke. I mean, you spent a greater portion of the game gazing at him longingly. And he even gave you a little wave after making brief eye contact with you.

Shelling out money for a seat by the dugout had paid off.

You were blessed with a perfect view. When Zeke took to the mound in the 9th inning to close out the game you salivated at the sight of his ass in his tight baseball pants. It was criminal how they hugged every muscle in his long legs. His entire uniform was perfectly fitted; none of that baggy nonsense for him. It made him standout in a team of leathered veteran players, desperately holding onto their careers, seemingly unaware they were washed up. They looked positively slovenly next to Zeke. You wondered if he wore the same intense, determined expression while fucking. The mere thought made your pussy throb.

A gust of wind brought you back to reality. You looked around and saw people starting to disperse. The two drunks wandered across the street, still shouting about the lack of run support. Disappointment washed over you. You desperately wanted to see Zeke, even if just a glance.

"Shit," you muttered. "Oh well."

You stood around, looking dejected as ever. You felt like an idiot shivering in the cold. You pulled out your phone and checked the bus schedule.

"Of course."

You had missed it. All because you wanted to make eyes at a star player.

"Oh god, were you really waiting around for me?"

You quickly spun around and saw Zeke. He was still in his baseball pants but now they were paired with a fitted black v-neck. He smirked at your doe-eyed expression, clearly relishing in your admiration.

"Uh—No, I."

Words escaped you. You couldn't tell if you were shivering because of the cold or the beautiful man that stood in front you. He was even better up close. His beauty was significantly more pronounced. You were transfixed by steely gaze, utterly enamored with his grey eyes.

Zeke looked you up and down.

"I like your jersey."

All you did was nod. He snorted at your inability to speak.

"Are capable of talking? Or should we pantomime?"

"I... I don't know what that means."

He rolled his eyes.

"I honestly shouldn't expect a baseball fan to know any words more than two syllables," he playfully asserted.

Speech eluded you. You certainly knew a significant amount of words with varying numbers of syllables, but that was neither here nor there. He stepped closer to you. His eyes lingering on your bare thighs.

"You must be freezing dressed like a little tart."

"A tart?"

"Let me redo that one." He cleared his throat. "You must be freezing dressed like a dirty whore. Could those shorts be any shorter?"

"I—I guess."

He stared you down. It never occurred to you he didn't expect or even want an answer.

"You're not very bright, are you?"

"I'm nervous. Not stupid," you said quietly.

He frowned and pulled you into a hug. His hands trailed down to the small of your back and then slowly put them underneath your jersey. The feeling of his rough hands on your bare skin was almost too pleasurable comprehend. It was a miracle you didn't faint or melt into a puddle.

"Aw, no need to be nervous. I promise I'm a nice guy 50% of the time."

"Not all the time?" You asked nervously.

"No, no, no. That would be too boring. Life's about excitement."

He lifted your chin.

"Don't you agree?" He asked.

"I mean, within reason."

He traced his thumb along your lips.

"What do you consider within reason, pet?"

Before you had a chance to answer he weaseled his thumb into your mouth. You eagerly sucked on it; your tongue gliding up and down. It was second nature. Almost like his fingers simply existed so they could be in your mouth.

"So this is within reason, huh? Is this?"

Zeke pulled his thumb out of your mouth and attempted to kiss you. There was a brief moment of panic when his lips touched yours. You hesitated.

"Open your mouth," he demanded. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

You parted your lips and accepted his tongue in your mouth. Who were you to deny your favorite player? You'd dreamt of this moment for so long. So many nights spent touching yourself, pretending his callused hands were the ones delving inside you. So many nights quietly moaning his name as you writhed on your bed in the midst of an orgasm.

His breath tasted like peppermint and tobacco, a combination that would normally make you gag. But this was uncharted territory; there was no reason to let something so trivial ruin the moment. If anything it was intoxicating. You moaned through the kiss and wrapped your arms around him. He held you closer to him, his grip tighter. You fidgeted a bit, attempting to ignore how wet you were getting, but lust overcame you. You reached down and felt for his hard cock.

"Whoa there. Let's go somewhere a bit more secluded."

He took his thumb and wiped away the drool near your mouth.

"And where would that be?"

"That alley over there."

Zeke gestured towards an alleyway not too far from the exit gate.

"Is—is that gonna be any better?"

You looked around. Sure, the street was deserted at this point but it was still woefully public. You failed to see how an alleyway would be a better option.

"Come on. Don't worry about it."

Zeke gently took your hand and led you to the alley. It was dark and dingy. The only light came from rogue cars speeding down the street. In any other circumstance this would have been horrifying. But it was him. The man you longed for. Nothing seemed horrifying with him around. He lit up a cigarette and offered you one.

"I don't smoke," you said, coughing.

He shrugged and took a drag. "Your loss. You might as well just get on your hands and knees then."

You looked out towards the street again, weighing your options.

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

"No," you answered, lowering yourself to the ground. "I have ears."

The pavement was cold and unforgiving. Your socks did little to protect your tender skin from the concrete. However there was something invigorating about your discomfort.

"Pull your shorts down."

You did as you were told, slowly pulling down your shorts revealing your bare ass to Zeke.

"Nice," he said, getting on his knees behind you.

He gave you a firm spank. His hand was freezing. You shivered as he took his fingers and prodded your folds. He slowly slid his middle and index fingers inside you.

"This might sound weird but you have the cutest asshole," he said candidly as he continued to finger fuck you.

"Oh, th—thanks," you choked out.

"What would you do if I started fucking it, huh?"

"Probably cry, honestly."

"Is that supposed to discourage me?"

You winced as Zeke slipped yet another finger inside you.

"I w—would hope s—so."

"Hmm. I would hope my biggest fan would know I'm absolute filth," he chided.

"I'm usually too busy calculating, oh fuck... Calculating your ERA to think about that."

A blatant lie. It was true you did spend quite a bit of time figuring out earned run averages. But you constantly thought about the things you'd let Zeke do to you. Your go-to fantasy being one where he fucks you in the locker room while the rest of the team cheers him on as he fills you with his cum over and over again.

He chuckled. "You know your shit then, huh?"

"I'm a baseball fan fir—first and a whore second."

Zeke grabbed a chunk of your hair and pulled on it so you were forced to look at him. His glasses were slightly fogged up which made you laugh.

"You're pretty audacious. I like that. It's a pleasant surprise."

You flashed him a smile, proud that you impressed him. Your night couldn't have gotten any better.

Zeke leaned over you and whispered in your ear, "Are you ready for me, pet?"

The sound of him pulling down his pants zipper had you frothing at the mouth. You arched your back, presenting your warm, slick cunt to him. Zeke took his thick cock and guided it inside you. It was larger than you were expecting, you couldn't help but yelp as he started to thrust.

"Aw, is it too big for you? Do I need to be gentler?"

You nodded.

"Too bad."

He slammed his full length into you; your clit throbbed as he thrusted.

"Ah, please. I—it's too much."

"You're a big girl, aren't you? You did come here all by yourself."

Zeke was right. You had shown up to the game alone; none of your friends could give a shit about baseball, or sports in general. But you weren't sure how this related to you taking his cock. He gave you a firm smack on the ass.

"I asked you a question."

"I am," you whined.

"That's what I thought. You can take it."

Your knees were chafing against the concrete; you felt your socks tear from the friction. Zeke grabbed onto your hips and drove his cock deeper and deeper inside you. He dug his thumbs into your hips.

"You would've fucked whoever came up to you, huh?"

"No," you answered in between moans.

"Really?"

His tone indicated he didn't believe you. Frustration plagued you. You desperately wanted to explain yourself, to tell him, "No, you fucking idiot, I only wanna get railed by you." But that was wishful thinking, a pipe dream.

"I find it that hard to believe," he continued.

"I—I, shit." Words continued to fail you. You felt like you would never be able to communicate with another human again after he was through with you.

"Come on; you can do it. Use your big girl words, pet."

His hand came down hard on your ass as if he was trying to knock some sense into you.

"You—you're the only one," you choked out, reeling from the ache his callused hand left behind.

"Really?"

This time he seemed genuinely surprised. Your head was spinning, but you trudged on.

"Everyone else is kinda leathery and old. That's not my type."

He yanked on your hair, forcing you to crane your head back. You got a good look at his face; he was fucking smiling.

"Watch it, pet. Those are my teammates."

You let out a little laugh and he loosened his grip on your hair. He grabbed you gently under your chin and planted a small kiss on your lips. Your cunt had finally adjusted to his thick cock and you grinded up against him, sending it deeper inside you. Zeke moaned as his cock hit your cervix.

"Shit, you feel so good."

Your cunt tightened around his cock, almost holding it hostage inside you.

"Oh fuck, yes. Just like that," he moaned as he bottomed out, his balls slapping against your taint.

You clit ached as he praised you. His thrusts grew wild and his pace quickened. He gripped your hips harder, driving his cock deeper inside you. Your body was slack, totally limp. Drool pooled in your mouth and gradually dripped from the corners of your mouth. Zeke let out a groan and filled you with his cum. You welcomed its warmth inside you.

"Shit," you muttered.

Zeke pulled out and you collapsed on the pavement.

"I'm not done with you."

He flipped you over so that your back was against the cool ground. He slid his fingers inside you, and pulled them out slick with his cum.

"Open your mouth."

You did as you were told and licked the cum off of his fingers.

"Atta girl."

Zeke spread your legs and started to suck his cum out of your cunt. You ran your fingers through his soft, flaxen hair. He looked up at you, his grey eyes flooded with desire. It would have been pretty sexy had his glasses not fogged up again.

You giggled. "You're so cute."

"Hmm?" He looked up at you and wiped his mouth.

"Your glasses. I don't know, they're adorable."

He took his thumb and started to rub circles around your clit. You let out a heavenly sigh.

"Adorable, huh? Haven't heard that in a while."

"It—oh fuck. It's true."

Zeke went back to eating your cunt. His lapped at your clit. His beard was rough against your thighs.

"P—ple—please don't stop," you whined.

Zeke started to suck on your clit. Your body became deadweight and your skin grew hot. You panted as he continued to suck and you bucked your hips against his mouth. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, too heavy a burden to carry. Was this bliss? Had you ascended to heaven?

"I—I'm gonna."

"Say my name, pet."

You moaned his name over and over again as he traced his tongue along your folds. You held his head in place and rutted against his face, repeating his name like it was your mantra.

"Oh Zeke," you said breathily. "That—that was—"

"Incredible, I know," he answered, pulling your shorts back up.

He stood up and helped you to your feet.

"So, you need a ride home?"

"No, I'll probably just get a Lyft or something."

He took you by the hand and led you back towards the street. It was still empty, not a soul around.

"Fuck that. Let me drive you. It's the least I can do."

"I live about an hour away though."

Zeke shrugged and adjusted his glasses. "Fine with me. More time for you to help me figure out my ERA. I suck at math; I need that beautiful brain of yours."

He winked at you and smacked your ass. Calculating an earned run average wasn’t particularly hard so you assumed he was joking.

"Come on. You're really gonna turn down getting fucked again in the back of a Rolls?"

[thatonepikminperson]

How to beat the Final Area of Pikmin 3 in One Day (With Pictures!)

Yo guys, random I know, but hey if I can help other players through the most annoying part of the Final Area, then I SHALL! (Spoilers Below!)

Pikmin Set-up

Yes, we have to have one of those. If you are on any other difficulty other than Ultra-Spicy, it should be 10 Reds, 20 Rocks, 20 Yellows (Can be lowered to 10), 20 Winged (At least 8 though), and 30 Blues.

If you are Ultra-Spicy, bring 10 Reds, 10 Rocks (10 Minimum), 10 Yellows, 10 Winged, and 20 Blues

Who to put on the Olimar?

For this strat, for the love of god, don't put the Winged onto Olimar please. Use either Reds or Rocks (If Ultra-Spicy, you can use Blues). Also, don't charge him, throw as fast as possible. Charging will get like 5 on there as the cutscene activates rather quickly, but you can get a few extra on Olimar if you throw.

General Advice

Okay, for starters, don't have Olimar get absorbed. With the loop tip below, it should be easy. If you fail at this, it's okay. Just reset the day and try again. Another thing, it's okay to kill stuff, please do, but know that some enemies (Like the swooping snitch bugs) can be skipped. Also do not undervalue the power of Go-Here! Seriously, it's a life savor.

BIG ONE HERE. When you first enter the Mysterious Life Form's tree, and it gets near Olimar, it will give a fake warning message at first. The messages can help, but sometimes, they... they don't happen. At all.

So, pull out your ears and turn up the game volume because guess what, the most reliable way to figure out if you need to move Brittany is to listen to the music! It never lies to you, and will ALWAYS get more intense if Olimar is in danger. Trust me on this one the music is a L I F E S A V E R !

Example of there being no message that Olimar is in danger, but the music tells me he is!

How to loop the Mysterious Life Form forever :D

No, really, it has TWO LOOPS. AROUND THE SAME AREA TOO.

Loop #1

This is what we'll call Loop 1, or the more reliable loop. It's shorter than Loop two, but as long as you go to the two points when the music gets all intense, you should be fine. There are no real shortcuts for the Plasm Wraith to take, which makes this loop a bit easier than loop 2. SPEAKING OF WHICH

Loop #2

Loop 2 is WAY longer than Loop 1, but requires the bag to be pushed down and more precise locations than Loop 1. The reason for that is that the Plasm Wraith has access to a HUGE shortcut, located here

For me, I don't tend to use this loop, but if you like it, then use it

Dark Room Advice

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DO NOT LET BRITTANY IN THIS ROOM UNTIL YOU ARE READY. DO NOT PUT OLIMAR IN THE WATER, THE PLASM WRAITH WILL START TO TARGET THE OTHER TWO CAPTAINS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T LET BRITTANY PAST THIS POINT UNTIL EVERYTHING IS READY!

Okay, we good? We good!

Remember those Blue Pikmin? YEAH USE THEM NOW FOR THE BRIDGE! The Pikmin will have to take multiple trips, but it's faster, trust.

Also, Also, you will have to use your ten Yellows to light up the room three times, the most important one being this one.

After that, gather your Pikmin and get them off of the main route to the end, and have Brittany lure the Wraith where it A. Can’t take any shortcuts and B. Brittany can make a run for it. The corner that we go around slowly in Loop 2 works wonders for this.

Once there, HAVE BRITTANY BOOK IT TO THE END DO NOT STOP RUNNING! You can add more Pikmin to Olimar once they get in the dark room. After that, you should be free as hell.

And Congratulations, you did it! Now beat the hell out of the Wraith with literal parasite rocks and save our lovely man, (and also all of Koppai I guess.)

[scriptedencryptid]

Kaz v.s. Inej analysis

This generally drums down to speed vs strength, to which, anyone who played Pocket God in the early 2000s would know that speed always wins in that line up. But there is other elements to consider in a battle between these two bad asses, like experience, initiative, and ruthlessness. Inej is faster than Kaz but that can barely compete with Kaz’s combat experience, and if inej had given Kaz the right reason, there’s little Kaz wouldn’t do to win. As well as the fact that Inej’s usual advantage (surprise, the ability to disappear) would not be the case in this fight.

you’ll see a weird little graph above, the blue is short range combat and the red is long range. (Notice how I didn’t give Kaz a long range? That because I’m saving my self the headache of mapping out the whole location where this fabricated fight would be taking place. Kaz uses his surroundings as his long range weapons. When he took over the dregs he was hucking bottles, glasses, chairs, other people, all of which have different ranges of throwablility, so for the sake of my sanity he just doesn’t have a long range attack, but quite the large immediate attack range)

The yellow, is the sweet spot where Kaz would have the advantage. Keeping inej far enough away where she can’t throw her weapon and she can’t reach him. That being said if inej was any further away there is little Kaz can do to block a knife coming at him, and if inej managed to get past his cane Kaz is pretty much screwed. If Kaz doesn’t manage to keep inej in that sweet spot I don’t see an opportunity for Kaz to win this fight. There is no doubt that Inej is much better at 1 v 1 combat than Kaz, and there is no doubt that Kaz is much better at 1 v +1 combat than inej is.

[nonbayanary]

HiruSena Content MASTERPOST

Hi HiruSena simps! Here’s your helpful guide to all the HiruSena content in this blog that I’ve created — or helped create!

i. HIRUSENA FANDOM EVENTS

2023 Fandom Playlist Collab:  Sena is Hiruma’s Klutzy Guardian Angel

ii. FICS / AUs

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known (a fic)

READ HERE:  Archive of Our Own

READ HERE:  Fanfiction.Net

The Fic’s Official Pinterest Moodboard (with MEMES)

Quotes From the Fic

The Fic’s Meme Reference Masterpost

Author’s Log

Teaser Drafts / Spoilers

I, Carrion (Icarian) - (a fic)

READ HERE:  Archive of Our Own

Teenage Mutant Mystic Demons (an AU)

aka: TMMDemons AU

AU MASTERPOST

my TMMDemons AU sideblog: @tmmdemons-au

iii. FANART

Gentle Slumber  (by nonbayanary)

Gentle Slumber 2  (art by nonbayanary’s sibling)

sena’s smokin’ hot sleep paralysis demon is hiruma  (by nonbayanary)

Fallen God AU  (by nonbayanary)

hiruma’s the demon sena accidentally summoned (art by nonbayanary’s sibling)

the blorbos (based on krossan's art style)

sena is hiruma’s klutzy guardian angel

God of Arepo AU (by nonbayanary)

HiruSena cosplaying Heartsteel (by nonbayanary)

so the new "Too Many Devils" episode, huh?

HiruSena ft. Philippine jeepneys (Part 1, Part 2)

iv. PLAYLISTS

sena’s sleep paralysis demon is hiruma   [ Spotify  ||  YouTube ]

hiruma is the fallen god sena worships   [ Spotify  ||  YouTube ]

gentle slumber   [ Spotify  ||  YouTube ]

hiruma's the demon sena accidentally summoned   [ Spotify  ||  YouTube ] - COLLAB with cypherqueen

HiruSena Pinas [ Spotify || YouTube ]

v. PROMPTS / AU IDEAS (Tumblr Textposts)

Demon Goatman Hiruma & Villager Sena  (aka Buzzfeed Unsolved AU)

Venom AU  (with Hiruma as Venom)

Hercules AU  (with Sena as Hercules)

Six of Crows AU  (Gang Boss Hiruma and Spy Sena)

Neighbors AU

Tattoo AU (with tattoo artist Hiruma and dumbass client Sena)

Sena & Hiruma as Pet Owners

Lesbian Monsterfucker AU with Smut!!!

Sena reads smut fics. Hiruma’s willing to teach Sena how to fuck. (ft. Monta and Suzuna)

Apocalypse AU  (with Demon Hiruma and Skeleton Sena)

Sena as Furina and Hiruma as Focalors

vi. MEMES

“wolf in sleep’s clothing” kid vs. “partners in crime” kid

theatre kid vs. emo kid

hiruma & sena playing dungeons & dragons

the twink & the destroyer

priDEMONth vs. pridEMOnth

pirating media

pretty bf 🤝 obsessed bf

vii. SENA-CENTRIC CONTENT

Fanart:  Sena in a Jacket  (by nonbayanary)

Art Edit:  Gaming & Reading Shonen Jump w/ Sena

Playlist:  Gaming & Reading Shonen Jump w/ Sena  [ Spotify  ||  YouTube ]

Prompt:  Sena & Pitt Headcanons

Prompt: Sena with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)

Fanart: based on Krossan's art style

Playlist:  Commuting with Sena  [ Spotify  ||  YouTube ]

Meme: Dark!Sena

Fanart: Thicc Transmasc Sena

Fanart: My SENA-sona: "WRAITH"

Potential Sena Faceclaims

Fanart: Undercut Sena

viii. HIRUMA-CENTRIC CONTENT

Prompt:  Hiruma with Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)

Prompt:  Autistic Hiruma

Prompt:  Hiruma Learning How to be a Malewife

Meme:  Hiruma ft. Why would you say something so controversial yet so brave?

Meme:  My Unholy Take on Hiruma

Unpopular Opinion: Hiruma DOES cry

Crossover: Hiruma "The Devil of Deimon" Youichi all started from a trailer of Good Omens

Fanart: based on Krossan's art style

Color Palette: Hiruma's Eye Color

Crossover: Hiruma's Vash the Stampede Era

Potential Hiruma Faceclaims

Prompt: Tiny bby boi Hiruma with piercings

x. HIRUSENA DISCORD SERVER

Join the HiruSena / SenaHiru Discord HERE!  (Don’t worry bros, this link doesn’t expire)

[pumpkin-bread]

Tipsy Lair Review for @dreamslayer-fr!

Thanks for tha CR. I'm always delighted to look at your lair.

Accidentally posted a link but like, sure. Anyway. FUCK YEA. DOUBLE ELDRTICH GEN 1.

Everyone knows ol Kai loves g1s. I also love a dragon with a backstory, and Sana has a good one. Thief/merc with morals, who befriended a harpy. V nice. V nice.

Ohh I love me a pretty tundra. Oh look, here's one! Honeydew petals is simply one of the best colour/gene combos out there, and it has been for... god, so many years. I have a honeydew petals tundra of my own actually! Because they deserve to be rainbow bicorns.

I started writing then realised that Bloom does NOT have a bio. WHOOPSY. Whatever. She's great.

To make up for that I'll throw out right here that I love your mooshroom tuntun man in the same lair. Precious.

...It's DEFINITELY cheating to pick dragons I made for sale but I will say it brings me much serotonin to see them so loved in your lair. Okay.

ONWARDS

She looks so cool! And she's named after one of my favourite animals in the world! I once more made an oopsy and thought I had a bio to go off of but I don't so instead I'm gonna say that the thought of a pirate captain who is also a deep sea eldritch monster fucks severely. That's what her amazing look inspired me to think of. Hell yea. Belladonna is so gorgeous too. Wait. Did we talk about them on discord? I think we did! Or I'm just drunk. Shit. Whatever, I love them.

Wraith is so fucking handsome!! Look at him!! LOOK AT HIM. May your eyes be rended from your skull in flame like his. You will never see something more divine. Anyway I love g1s.

I've seen this fella in your lair before but I'm gonna be honest. I NEVER notived he was a gen 1 before now. Fire/Fire/Metals? That's fuckin awesome. What a guy. I see he is also a cute lil owlman. Please tell me more.

I LOVE YOUR LAIR

[honey-tongue]

Okay! After rewatching pmmm for the first time in about 10 years, what are my thoughts?

(This will be all over the place and probably really long. Formatting? What's that?)

I'll start with the ending! It's very emotional and bittersweet. It puts enough emphasis to show how major Madoka's wish is. Not in terms of the universe, but in terms of Madoka's existence itself. And everytime she's asked if that's what she truly wants, she's says she's fine with it. Even with her heartbreaking goodbye with Homura.

And the ending tries to be a little ambiguous where this will go. Madoka's hope that Homura will remember her reminds me of Kyoko's hope that she can bring Sayaka back. Granted, Madoka truly hoped for that and wasn't trying to give false hope like Kyubey did. But still! Idk if it was intentional but it's cute! We also see after the credits (I never saw this part :0) was Homura walking to some wraiths and Madoka's aura(?) Telling her to do her best and her little smile is cute. :) Apparently those wings weren't supposed to be there, one of the staff just put them there because it looked cool lol. Anyways! Everything is supposed to be all good now! Right? It seems all good now!

Well... I'm gonna read the wraith arc soon after this and before rewatching Rebellion. (Rebellion will always confuse me lol.) But... I dunno! It wraps up a little TOO nearly, huh? It makes sense why people hated Rebellion and like how it ended. And some people like bittersweet endings, that's fine. But... It just seems a little TOO okay. We all know Homura wasn't really happy. Duh. But she's definitely less cold and she's smiling! That looks good! Kyoko and Mami are alive! That's good! Sayaka got to see the dumb boy play his violin and got some closure! That's good! But, again, this all just seems a little TOO fine. Like, how Madoka felt about how she'll forgotten and only a concept. She's just like "yeah! That's fine! That's okay with me! :D" I can't buy that. Not without that being a front or a result of feeling PUSHED into carrying this heavy burden and combined with her low self esteem and self confidence.

Madoka, like the other girls, was completely exploited. That's just a fact. You'll never make me believe otherwise. No normal person with a good mindset would wish that upon themselves, that doesn't have some form issues within themselves. Not to mention how Kyubey LITERALLY FORCED her into seeing things she didn't want to. You really think it didn't bother her? Just like my post about Sayaka, this dumb cat KNOWS what he's doing. Madoka has a kind heart, obvious she wants peace and goodness for everyone. We see and hear this time and time again, so it really hurts seeing that used by the magical system to try exploiting it for their own gain. And it sucks that this very system, that has caused so much pain, in fighting, abuse, instability, is the way to fix it all. But, I suppose that's how it is in the real world too... Anyway, Madoka was in a vulnerable spot, just as Kyubey wanted. Like he's scripting all of this just to push her. And I just have to emphasize that I don't buy Madoka being fully okay with this. Girl just wanted to be good at something, to give something amazing to this world and she thinks the only way to do that is to become a concept of law. People argue that "she wanted this" and yeah, maybe I'd fall for it too if I had all this information pumped in my head by Kyubey PLUS the whole events of the anime itself with Mami, Sayaka, and Kyoko dying and Homura almost dying.

Oh, my Homura... Babygirl. I'll add that Christina V was SO good at her emotional parts, honestly. It's a good reason to watch the dub! Idek what to say about Homura that I haven't either said irl or liked other people's posts about. But God... The whole ending is about hope. I GET IT. I GET IT. But there was just... It felt so wrong seeing her act okay and I guess that's the point of the darkened eyes at the end, mayhaps? I get how Homura feels selfish now, because even I feel selfish about wanting those two together after seeing how "okay" things are. ;_;

(I GOT DISTRACTED AND STOP TYPING RIP ILL DO MY BEST TO CONTINUE.)

Going away from the ending, Sayaka is such an underrated character oh my God? It felt like she was stealing the show sometimes lol. I don't understand how she's so hated. I mean I do, but I feel people see her wayyy too surface level. I almost started loving her more than Homura! Crazy! Her arc always will break my heart. It's the main reason I didn't rewatch it for so long, it's just so... Depressing and relatable as time goes on. (I first watched in like... 2014ish) Her English VA is so good too! Especially in the quiet moments when her voice is breaking. Ahh

!ALSO I DONT REMEMBER HATING KYUBEY THIS MUCH. Obviously, I didn't like him before, but I don't know if like, life has changed me or anything be I just wanna 😡😡😡 everytime he was on screen after they find out about the soul gems. I will NEVER understand how people can find it in their hearts to sympathize with him after seeing all that he's done to be manipulative. Like, did we watch the same show???

And Kyoko! She doesn't get much screentime but ah! What a doll! I forgot she ever interacted with Madoka! She's so sweet to her despite hardly speaking with her to begin with. Literally every magical girl wants to look out for her and I just 🥺💜💜!!! Honestly, her adamant stance on never wasting food hits harder now that I've actually experienced going without food. I remember not caring much about her when I first watched, but she's so fun! And normal lmao. Probably the least messed up in the cast. And I LOVE the idea of her and Homura having a solid friendship. The way they interact in rebellion and the way they get along in the show is refreshing. I'm sure Homura appreciated not having to babysit her as much as the others.

Overall, this was painful. :) Episode 8 was the most painful one, if I'm being honest. Sayaka breaking down plus Homura's emotional outburst HURT. I kept having to pause from watching it because I just couldn't handle it. Also, because I watched the dub, I didn't get to see something's be translated.

This was when she became a witch and :((( she felt so bad for wanting to be acknowledged. My heart...

Sighhhhh.... But those are my thoughts. Is it just as good as when I watched it? Even better! I feel like as an adult, I understood the concepts and explanations way better and have a better appreciation gift the themes it tackled and the way it was written! I low-key hate it now though because for now, I feel oddly... Bad for wanting Homura to pull Madoka down. I never felt bad about it and now I kind of do? I feel like the "Homura is evil and everything was fine before she interfered" people are infiltrating my brain. Oh no... Well! Time to watch Rebellion after I read the wraith arc. Maybe that will help me not feel so insecure with how I feel.

Also this was really all over the place, I can't seem to fully sit down and write this out like I did with my Sayaka vs Madoka post. My brain is truly a mystery.

[evilguywhoisevil]

god i love the ivory wraith's possessions

real. the lore is v good and i heart all horror content

[aurea-fide]

Muse List / Link List:

[ For Mobile users ]:

hi there lovelies. shark here with a pinned post of her muses for mobile users. please let me know via Ask or DM if none of the links work. thank you. friendly reminder that mun is 30 years and been roleplaying for 10 years and counting now. :0 

Rules: [ click ] [ needs to be updated ].

Muse List: 

JORVEK VERAS ( Risen Eliksni ) ( Active ) ]  [ history ] 

THE GUARD ( 5 different eliksni muses, all semi-active ) [ HISTORY FOR ALL 5 ]

KIRAN J. POWELL ( Human Titan ) [ Semi-Active ] [ HISTORY ]

 [ Includes non-destiny history ] 

XOL, THE WORM GOD. [ VIA request ] . [ HISTORY  ]

REKSIS VAHN [ via Request ] [ HISTORY  ] 

MERZU + the Hive Brood ( Lucent Hive )[ New muse, request ] [ HISTORY ]

ANUBIS ( Death God ) . [ HISTORY ]

SHAXX ( Crucible Warlord ) [ request ] 

WRAITH VAR’ZEK ( psion spy ) [ request ] [ HISTORY ] 

ANTON V. ( reefborn titan ) [ HISTORY ] 

ETHAN-00 ( Taken Warlock ) [ HISTORY ]

[ultramagicalternate]

Alphabetical Character Encyclopedia

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

Chronological encyclopedia

Master Post

A

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)

B

Bai’sin

Barna Schindewolf

Barry Esko Boyle (ULTRAMagic Hunter)

Baphomet

The Beast of Old

Beauregard

Berislav Briggs

Bethany Briggs

Bileth, King of Hell

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

C

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)

D

Daniel

Darkness

David Livesey (ULTRAMagic Magistrate)

Deimos (Eustorgio, The Mage of Old)

Desislav Robles

Dionysus, Lord of Madness

Dolus & Iocus

Donia Albronda

Dragoslava Raynot

Drazhan Thornefield

Spiritus Magni Drusa

Dunja Schindewolf

E

Ekaterina

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

F

Fausta Dracul

Faustus Ashman

The Fear of Old

Fenrir

Folkvar Haugen

The Forest of Old

G

Gabriella Pari

Gilgamesh, King of Uruk

Gostislav Robles

The Great Unspeaker

The Grass God

Gratiana Arlotti

The Grave God

Grendel Bombastus Scarfe

Gustav Dahlberg

H

Hades, Lord of the Underworld

Hannibal Skull Thrasher

Hanzou Nagasawa

Heinrik Rofocale

Herman Lydon

Hermes Trismegistus

The Hunger of Old

The Hydra of Old

I

Ignatius Darren Ford (ULTRAMagic Infinity)

Inkblot Fischer

K

Karnage

Katsuko Yoshinaga

Kresimira Raynot

Kyu #9

L

Leif/Tyrant (The Dragon of Old)

Leonardo Hammond O'Nessie

Logan Bonneville

Loki

Lucifuge Rofocale

Ludwig Leichenberg (Rebirth - Red Suit)

M

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

N

Nathaniel "Haunt" Fernsby

The Night God

O

Spiritus Magni Octavia

Octavius

Odin

Sir Odo, Knight of the Unlight

Olivia Briggs

Orion

Ornias

P

Persephone, Lady of Darkness

Proteus (The Ocean of Old)

Q

ULTRAMagic Quasar

R

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)

S

Saul Bonneville

Seishin Mikoto

The Screaming God

Shigeko Tsukumo (ANTIMagic Mania)

Chief Sigmund Willfort

Six-Eared Macaque

Skari Willfort

The Sludge God

King Sten Haugen

Stolas, Prince of Hell

Stolon, Duke of Hell

Sun Wukong

T

Taro Miyazaki

Teunis Van Hautum (ULTRAMagic Ex)

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

U

ULTRAMagic Ultimatum

Umbra

V

Valentina Pari

Vexation (Ermenrich Denzell)

Victor Von Frankenstein

Vlad III Dracula

Vlad IV Dracul

Vladislav Velimir Dracul

Vlastimir Bartholomew Dracul

Voltage Tessla

W

Walter Nithercott (ULTRAMagic Walker)

The Watchman of Old

Weaver Craddock

Will-15

Wilhelm

William Ford II (ULTRAMagic Shadow)

Sir Wolfgang

X

The Xanthous King

Xavier Dufort

Y

Queen Yngvild Haugen

Z

Zal-Rint

Zoltan Tenebrae Raphael Dracul

[crowshoots]

   @wraithstill​ liked for a one - liner.  

    “ whew. she’s near pretty enough for me to consider a career in sailing around. ”