#✥ potentia

[fharzai]

To be crushed between Alrik and a hard, creaking table was a euphoric experience Fharzai never thought achievable. He couldn't move, could only breathe in the scent of their sex and sweat, rendering the endless pistoning into his guts a devastation he would not soon forget. Each thrust made an intense impact, and each impact reverberated through Fharzai's body without any excess movement allowed to lessen the blows. He was made to come to terms with the upper bounds of Alrik's power and could only return it with frantic kisses of his own.

Every noise that thundered from Alrik's chest into his body felt like a declaration, every harsh grasp on his hair or flesh felt like a promise. Every blast of cum that surged deep into his hole felt like a cannon exploding inside of him. Months of dream fondling and whispered desires released in a flurry of passion, one that made the waiting worth it. He thought the witch had shown him everything he could offer in their shared dreamscape, but Fharzai was proven wrong. The noises he made as Alrik filled his ass to the brim would make even the most courtesans blush, for his release came from receiving the fertile warmth that had built up from the giant balls currently crushing his taint. Whatever fluid remained in his swinging cock got pumped out and added to the puddle on the floor beneath him, finally exhausting Fharzai so that he went completely limp beneath Alrik.

Dazed from getting so thoroughly seeded and plugged, he hadn't even realized how tightly he'd been clenched around Alrik's giant-sized length until he felt every inch drag out of him one last time. A sloppy, suction-y pop! signified their separation, and Fharzai's twitching gape was left grasping at air once Alrik withdrew. The druid trembled and groaned, finding it hard to remember how to exist without a massive dick in his ass, the feeling of emptiness only made better by the sensation of geyser-like loads sloshing around his insides. He was by far too sensitive to feel a tongue lap at whatever leaked out, twitching and mewling as Alrik overstimulated him. Still, the lewd moan he let out when their mouths connected and Fharzai could taste them both on his tongue showed that even in his obliterated state, too much was never enough where the witch was concerned.

Fharzai was in no state to do much but be held and carried, the sting of Alrik's heavy-handed spanks bringing a smile to his face as he was laid down gently. "I love you too, more than I should've allowed myself too. I've fallen for you in a way I should've stopped a long time ago," Fharzai says warmly, his fingertips lazily stroking over Alrik's tattoo-covered arm. Even now, he had to mind himself. Fucked sensless as he was, it'd be too easy to let slip something that could impact Fate. Alrik was that important to the pattern, he could see it as clearly as he could see the truth of what the witch's heart contained. There was no coming back from this, Fharzai was positively tethered to this era thanks to Alrik. Hearing the hoarseness in the witch's voice brought a grin to the druid's face, he'd never forget how that throat felt. "If you want to apologize for something, apologize for not fucking me right through that table. Perhaps a goal for next time?" he responds before biting his lip, his own voice hoarse from all the wailing. Once his body soaked up all that ogre seed he was just fertilized with, he'd probably be ready for his next load. "The marks you left on me prove how you feel. Each one will be cherished, but each one will be healed. I'll need to go into the dream realm to recover, and once I do my flesh will be a blank slate for new ones to be added. You are … quite the man, Alrik Hart."

Skin to skin, their heartbeats intertwined. Alrik splayed his body against Fharzai's as rampant ministrations transformed into something more desperate.

Each brush of Alrik's lips fell against Fharzai's with a mournful plea, as if to say: please don't leave. Alrik's hand slipped over Fharzai's and drew it over his lover's den of rampant curls; palm-to-palm, his fingers intertwined with the man beneath him. Another silent cry carried on a groan that flourished from Alrik's barrel chest and landed against the ridges of Fharzai's tongue. This was to say: I can't become what you'd leave behind.

Alrik's body stilled despite how his body begged him to ravage and rampage. Countless miles through the wasteland, he'd traveled through blight and cold; outrunning magi, beasts, and darkspawn. Scaled the palace to feel the heat of Fharzai's walls closing around him as if to lock him in. As in all things where the witch was concerned, Alrik's dark eyes were intense and focused. The gray hues of Fharzai's stare held universes, breaths were drawn together with the untamed emotion surging within him.

Deeper, harder, holding fast.

Rough hands clenched a bit tighter, threaded fingers and a stable grip held Fharzai's hip with reverent devotion. Belied strength tied one to the other as a rough grunt juxtaposed the tenderness of the moment - another, and then a third. Beyond dreams and sewn into tender flesh, a rough-hewn garden tilled and fertilized, Alrik felt the entirety of his great frame quiver.

With a final, shallow, consuming thrust, Alrik fucked the last of his seed into Fharzai's blasted hole. A spasm rippled from the top of Alrik's spine to the balls of his feet, his leg quivered and nearly buckled before a lazy grin spilled across his lips. Slowly, carefully, and uncommonly tender, Alrik withdrew from Fharzai to kneel for the druid once more. The languid draw of his tongue against the devastation he'd reaped drew what little of himself had escaped; a gift he brought back to Fharzai's tongue as he passed it between them.

"I love you."

It spilled from Alrik's lips before he could identify the source but that did nothing to belittle the sincerity. He'd said those words scarcely; when he was a child the witch had taken them entirely for granted, believing that love was the sort of resource that never ran low. Fragile and finite, it wasn't until what he'd known of it was torn in two that Alrik came to understand the nature of the weakness something like love could invoke.

Alrik punctuated this by brushing his fingers through Fharzai's hair as his body rode out the aftershock of his orgasm. Cock firm but limpening between his thighs before his sweat-soaked frame stood to full height and an affectionate hand drew itself across the other's abdomen. Fharzai's study lacked a bed but the chaise would do better than the table as Alrik gathered him into his arms and laid the druid down with measured care. He noted the fingerprints he'd left behind and knew that each would leave a bruise, a sheepish smile bloomed as he stroked one. His voice was still hoarse when an apology fell from his lips, "Sorry about these.'

[see-arcane]

To one thing I have made up my mind: if we find out that Mina must be a vampire in the end, then she shall not go into that unknown and terrible land alone. I suppose it is thus that in old times one vampire meant many; just as their hideous bodies could only rest in sacred earth, so the holiest love was the recruiting sergeant for their ghastly ranks.

My Ko-Fi is here.

[garvi-oddis]

💥⭐️

[liquorwrist]

What’s more wrong? That I, too, wished to be great, or my mother wished she’d had a son.

[fharzai]

A fresh perspective... Fharzai couldn't relate to the notion, for his perspective has been skewed by his connection to the pattern. He accepted this gift from the Arches and has been servicing Fate since, which meant the only perspective he valued was the one that kept Lysara moving forward as he had promised so many lifetimes ago. "I thought a great many things of him, few were positive. But then again, the same could be said of the Alpha before him. I don't often allow myself to get attached to the citizens, but Her Majesty Queen Damodred was ... special." Fharzai was always outspoken against those who stood against his queen, but Arethusa never got the chance to see that side of him. Aurea had handled that particular threat before he needed to intervene. "Ulrich was no Feronia. His ambitions by far exceeded his ability. Feronia fought for unity and accepted peace when it was offered, so in that respect you are closer to her than her own son."

"I guess you have sort of touched on it already." She likes him better this way, maybe she should have established a bit of a boundary earlier. For all of his unsolicited advice, he seemed genuinely pleased to be asked for it. Maybe that's why he spouted it all the time, he was full of all of these answers nobody ever asked of him. "I take my age as a fresh perspective. There's a lot I don't know, I wasn't even part of the pack when I showed up at Lupercalia. I knew Ulrich was a bastard, but I can see it in my people's faces that I've brought about change." Aurea has a clear vision for the Feronia pack's future. but there's a lot she doesn't quite know about their past. "What did you think of Ulrich?"

[beaulesbian]

I was once again thinking about this goofy Luffy moment after his Lucci punch™ and i had to see it frame by frame.

first the force of it throws them both away, and while Lucci is seen on screen tumbling for a long moment, Luffy is just away in a blink of an eye.

and then his funny scene - his legs are like jelly that he tries to get under control,

he stumbles, falls, rolls into a mix of all his limbs and eyes,

and then only the cloud behind him cushions his fall

- which would be interesting if he can subconsciously control that while he tries to regain the control over his movements - that the environment around him still adapts to his awakened Devil Fruit abilities and morphs to help him. Where others would probably fall through that cloud, for Luffy that cloud backs him up like a trampoline.

It's just fascinating!

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Constantine’s soul thing

So I know as a fandom, Constantine selling his soul is wildly misinterpreted(oh he’s selling fractions of it, oh he’s sold it to so many demons, etc)

But I think it’d be really funny if Danny only THOUGHT that’s how that worked

Because the reality is he only sold his soul twice and the first of the fallen claims a right to it because Constantine poisoned him with holy water turned into booze(Jesus style). They collect it upon death so John fully has his soul and is walking around with it

So there’s a couple of ways that could go

1) Danny trying to look for it or pieces of it in increasingly dumb places when John just fully has it the whole time

2) Danny stakes a claim on it and then pisses off the three lords of hell and their armies because they weren’t about to give up their claim but they are more than willing to work together to keep some upstart from snatching it

3) Danny somehow gets rid of any legal claim the three lords of hell have on John’s soul and his reaction is

“Damn it, now I’m definitely going to hell”

“But they don’t own your soul?”

“I was going to hell before I sold it. Why did you think I was so desperate to cure my lung cancer? I knew exactly what was in store for me if I died. I’m the hellblazer, I’ve been there and seen it personally. Those three having equal claim made it so it wasn’t worth letting me die and duking it out.”

“So I just-“

“Got rid of the reason those three twats kept me alive? Yeah”

[onlyjellyillputinmybelly]

Youre telling me that these bitches made perhaps the most pansexual characters ever and NONE OF YOU ARE MAKING THEM HAVE SEX??? OR KISS?? OR NOTHIN?? COME ON YALL GET ON IT

[luminafights]

░ 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐭: 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲 𝟑𝟒 ⠀   𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐.𝟎 ⠀   ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴ: Otherworldly Visitor Sylus ⠀   ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ: Hunter Claymore

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Energy Orbit 34 stats with Otherworldly Sylus. First fight where I had to put on oath recovery and expedited beta cores. Also quite a jump in ATK from Energy 30.

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲── .✦

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐬── .✦

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬── .✦

2024-08-12 12:45 AM

For second wave, hit both talons with resonance. after that break their shields one at a time until they are low 1x HP. Then finish them off with the second oath close to the end. 35 and 36 are such a breeze in comparison. With more crit probably could get away with less ATK, but I don't want to give myself that much of an advantage yet.

[lorogy662]

Uhh here's a bunch of chibis I drew of some OCs for a fighting game I wanna make eventually, most of them belonging to me while a few of them belong to my friends!

If you like these chibis I do comms for them, which can be found on my Ko-fi linked on my Carrd!

3rd, 4th, and 13th (14th if you consider the two purple OCs as two characters instead of one) OCs belong to @leaffiii!

6th OC belongs to @spxcyspxghetti!

5th OC belongs to SOBBLINS on Toyhou.se!

[brown-little-robin]

you restore my faith in humanity. idk you're just so genuine and unobstructed from being yourself and loving everything around you. every time i think the world sucks i think about Robin From Tumblr and i'm like Hm maybe it isn't all bad

AW THANKS <33333 I TRY

[memoirs-of-a-sapphic]

POV

I get to see her in a dress tomorrow for the first time? Potentially? And maybe we slowdance?

[see-arcane]

A thing about this "Jonathan is too nice and boring to write Mina explore her more gothic romance side with" claim is that to me, personally, a bright eyed 9-5 guy who collects factoids to share, wins hearts with "his gentleness and his sweetness" and won't even raise his voice, let alone his hand, and gradually goes from that point to the extreme opposite point of declaring "If beyond it I could send his soul for ever and ever to burning hell, I would do it!" because of Love, is way more compelling to explore romance with than all those guys who have always been violent or dabbling with the dark side anyways (e.g Vlad didn't get corrupted by love, he as was already violent and impaling people, Hyde was always violently killing people, him killing for her is nothing, etc). Jonathan is who actually radically changed because he's in love; when Renfield dies, Jonathan becomes the old madman. If you want a character for her to explore something wilder with, Mina has already bagged him.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Jonathan Harker is the embodiment of, "The power of Love does not automatically mean something good or even sane."

Love has this man blaspheming in a universe where God and Hell are proven facts. He's standing in the queue to talk terms with Mephistopheles. He's actively planning anywhere between 1 - 5 whole murders and a prospective eternity of feeding on humanity with his vampire wife if things don't work out with the Best Case 'Slay the Monster' Scenario.

Out of love~ 💕

This man's (very nearly realized!) corruption arc is caused explicitly by how much he loves Mina Murray Harker more than literally every other soul on Earth, more than The Right Thing to Do (c), more than allies or innocents or Heaven or Earth.

Mina bagged the guy whose only real holy trinity is her, Eros, and Eris.

God and the Devil are already dead to him for what they did to her, so the latter two had to step in.

[meatriarch]

i cannot find the other screenshots i'd taken of ana's canon scars but fwiw, she has one that goes from her ear along to the front of her cheek under her eye, just having missed hitting too close to cause significant potential damage there.

and now she also has these ones, thanks !

[jakovdushakov]

Встреча Дня Знаний! Посвящение в первоклассники! В нашем музыкальном сопровождении!

[didanawisgi]

Prudentia, Nantes Cathedral